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Churches

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on July 29, 2012 by sweetangel16175
Churches
 
These are the Churches
 
They said it is Painful
They try to help the Needy
They Pat the poor on the back
They said everything is ok
 
The say that they are Godly people
They give the people Shelter
What they try not to See
They make the poor Dependent
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Kids

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on July 29, 2012 by sweetangel16175
Kids
 
The kids don’t have a Crib
The kids don’t have Toys
Their houses could be Smash
For all the little girls and boys
 
Their mothers and fathers 
Are said to be Hooked on drugs
They said the slope is Slippery 
Now their beds are with bugs
 
What the Learned people think 
Is that they are extremely unclean
But what i am asking the government
Is how could they be so Mean

Being Homeless

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on July 29, 2012 by sweetangel16175
Being Homeless
In complete Abject poverty
We Pray for the poor people
We don’t give them a Second Look
But it is so Astonishing
To people about the homeless
That some people want to escape it
I hope it is Imminent that people
Who want to escape poverty will
But what is even more imminent is
what the people out of poverty say
Some people say that it is True
that they are lazy and don’t want to work and things like that
It Angers me, angers me to my bones
They think they do but they don’t know the whole Story
People who are out of poverty, they forget they are people too

Dear Mr. President!

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 7, 2008 by sweetangel16175

“Dear Mr. President”
(feat. Indigo Girls)


by PINK!Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let’s pretend we’re just two people and
You’re not better than me.
I’d like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?

Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
We’re not dumb and we’re not blind.
They’re all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.

What kind of father would take his own daughter’s rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You’ve come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you ’bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you ’bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you ’bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you ’bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don’t know nothing ’bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You’d never take a walk with me.
Would you?