Treasure Island

Alisha Ricks

(United States)

Cruelty


Cruelty and prejudice still prevails in this unjust world
Never stopping to speak or lend a hand
Have we all gone mad? Or lost our minds?

Why do we want to be like others so bad?
Why do we comment adultery?
Why do people steal from others?
Why do we hate on others?
Why do we put others down?
Why do we look down on the less fortunate?

No one is better than anyone else
We all are humans striving to survive

Spread love through the fire
Temptations, sorrow or defeat
Be amazed at what you meet

Look beyond yourself
Find the love in your heart

Love in your heart
Love in your heart

In the end
Can we get along?

Submitted: Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Edited: Monday, January 09, 2012

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