Debt Of A Nation

A child with quiet tears..hides
Tomorrow never comes..
Wishes are hopeless and empty..
Fear is translation

An old woman smiles..
No one notices...
The best friend I've ever had..
I have never seen...

A Slave is born..
Freedom is an idea..
It's a living thing...

Take time to smile..
Even if your alone..the world watches
You can't work for free..
Dance in your heart...

Work is art...
Dieing is over rated..
Being born is dynamic..
Every day is new...

Hate yourself ..
The world will love you..
Someday is today.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem