Gerry Legister

(21/01/66 / Silver Spring, Westmorland, Jamaica)

Losing Society


Unrestricted but refined and free,
There was a crashing sound at the gate,
We are all look round for a place to flee
But our reaction has too late.

The biggest fault we find in losing society
Is getting to the bottom of self centeredness,
Sin is the problem nations are facing today,
Elements reinforce by, drugs, rapes and robberies.

The whole world is driven to despair,
Cultural differences provides the epidemic,
Promote separatism and treat others so unfair,
We respond to issues and start to panic.

Losing faith in our ability to influence relationship,
And make society a better offer of partnership.

Submitted: Thursday, August 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013
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