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A CRUEL WORLD

A CRUEL WORLD

 
Is there anyone that understands 
The plight of this lonely man
Or is it because he lives in a barren land 
Parched with blank stares 
And hearts crippled with fear

No hellos.. No goodbyes 
Just passerby led by their consuming lust
While his cry for help 
Makes love to the dust
What a hollow world we live in
One that has swallowed kindness 
Sympathy and trust

Face down he lays in the street 
Unable to discern the sky's pulse
Crusty feet and cracked heels 
Are are all his sad eyes sees 

He has sunk to the lowest of the low
With no where else to go
He has become chained and condemned 
Life has dealt him a cruel hand
And the love of man has waxed cold

His is the face of rejection 
Yet his heart cries out for love and affection 
But the world has given up on love
It's populous state, to love cannot relate.

Wilford Barker. 

 

 

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linda wright

very well written the picture says it all the words capture the meaning of the picture 
sad to say the picture and the words are so true linda j wright

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Wilford Barker

Hi Linda ...
Thanks so much for your heartfelt comment...
 

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