staring into space
thinking of the human race
economy bad
people sad
houses lost
no remorse
savings shattered
it does'nt matter
bills to pay
what can i say
my anger will burn
they must wait their turn
no longer do i feel
time will heal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sad but true in so many ways. Still we must not lose hope. I still believe in the saying, 'Our future is as bright as the promises of God'. Blessings to you and yours. As always, Sandra