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Ignorance – Lack of Knowledge and Awareness

Pain And Suffering,
We Choose To Ignore,
If We Turn Away,
It’s Not Real,
And Won’t Happen Anymore..
We Take Things For Granted,
In Our Picturesque Lives
But Records Show For Every Second Passed,
Another Person Dies..
Perished From Hunger,
Murdered,
But All We Do Is Moan And Complain
About Our Own Lives,
And The Pain And Suffering We Have To Go Through..

But What About The Destitute,
People Living On The Streets
They Have Nowhere To Stay,
Begging,
Sleeping,
In A Shop Doorway..
Freezing,
Shattered,
Have Nothing To Eat,
Soiled Clothes Coat Their Back,
Run Down Shoes On Their Feet..

But Their Wish List
Don’t Contain No Gold,
Jewelry
Or Mobile Phone,
All They want Is To Be Back In Their Own Home
With Love,
Family,
People To Care,
To Know There Not Alone
And Someone Will Always Be There...


We May Not All Live Fairytale Lives,
There Will Always Be Things We
Loath,
Hate
And Despise..
And Even Though Our Paths Arn’t Perfect,
What About..

What About The Elderly
There Home All Alone,
Without A Face To See
A Voice To Listen To..
A Smile To Smile Back At..
Wrapped In Blankets
Shivering To Keep Warm,
Just To Get Through The Day,
And Weather The Storm,
Listening,
Preying
Someone Will Knock On The Door,
And This To A Pensioner That Fought For Us In The War..
What Must It Be Like,
To Have Nothing To Live For,
Counting Down The Hours Till It’s Time To Sleep,
All They Have To Look Forward To Is Sleep ..
And When They Close Their Eyes That One Last Time,
And Take That One Last Breath,
Giving Up The Fight
And Accepting Death
Then
Who Would Know..
Who Would Know..


We Don’t All Live Fairytale Lives,
There Are Things In Life We
Loath,
Hate
And Despise..
And Even Though Our Paths Arn’t Perfect,
What About The Children..
The Children In Care Being Battered And Bruised,
Forced To Work Hard,
Disrespected
And Used..
Beaten To An Inch Of Their Lives,
And Sometimes More,
Then Locked In A Room,
Forced To Sleep On The Floor..
Sleep
Being The Only Thing That Ends The Crying..
But Like A Carousel,
It Continues
And They Keep On Trying,
To Find A Path
Guidance,
Or Just An Escape To Normality,
Whatever Normal May Be...


But If We Turn Our Backs And Look Away..
Everything Will Be Ok..
Coz
If We Can’t See It..
It’s Not Happening, Right..
Written by JustMe
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