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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Experience >> ID #1161570  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
Memories!
Nothing is sacred anymore.
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Lies, all lies, everything is a lie.
I look here, I look there,
but no one really cares.

Is there any love left in the world
or is everything a big lie?
I need love and affection but
I'm looked at with surprise.

People in the world, most have
given in to the bad
You hear of parents killing their children
now that is really sad.

Everything is a game to some
and done to feed their evil pleasures
Hey! Look I'm crying, but it
really doesn't matter.

They can do me wrong right in front of
my face and never do they look ashamed
they only laugh and continue the game.

It doesn't matter either if others are looking on
the only thing that matters to them is that
they have the chance to do me harm.

They say "hello" from here
and say "hello" from over there,
but when I try to say "hello" back
they act like they don't care.

They only stare at me in amazement
and act like I just committed a crime.
"Hey, wasn't you the one who spoke
first - no one can be that blind?"

I remember yesterday when
love filled our hearts, neighbor
looked out for neighbor and
children were the stars.

I remember yesterday and
all of the wonderful smiles
from Ms. Johnson, Mr. Willie,
and X, my cool uncle with his
down-to-earth style.

I remember those delicious
vinilla ice cream cones that
he used to buy for me and
my siblings when Mr Softee
was passing by.

Didn't matter to him either, if you didn't
lived on our block, if you was at the
right place at the right time, then
you got a delcious treat
with a cherry on top.

Today nothing is sacred, even
children show no respect, to parents,
family, and neighbors - now who
would have imagined that?

Well I must get ready for bed
for the night is not far away, but
I'll always cherish those warm
memories of a beautiful yesterday.


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