well ma friend wrote this poem so i hope u'll like it ...
in his mind nothing but negativity
when his heart wishes to sour with creativity
when he opens his eys all he sees is the dark
but he seems to miss that h's the only spark
now how is he supposed to feel the thrill
if all he sees is people being killed
we sit only thinkin of what we need,
what about the innocent people that continue to bleed?
why do we only open our eyes to see
the things our viciuos hearts seem to agree
where is mankind who should haste with rage
men,women,childern, no matter what the age
what do we need to finaly be inspired
is it more videos of the weak, poor, and tired?
or is it more discrimination and violance?
so we can finally break this horrible silence
raise your voice people of the world
do not belive what is copied and sold
the truth isn't so hard to discover
just dont let your eyes be trapped in their cover
why cant you see life of other souls is no game
you hurt, kill, and blame with not a slight of shame
now are you surprised he sees no light
only blood and misery in his sight?