Life so precious Yet taken for granted Life should be cherished Yet it's abused   What to make of this life around us In the streets is a lady with a bag On the subway is a man Condemn house sitting on the corner Families without food On the corner is the murderer On the next corner licensed killer   Across the country People in depravation No food, clothes or money No roof over heads   What of this life around us In the street is a lady with a bag On the subway is the man Mansion sitting on the corner Families with choices of food On the corner is the murderer On the next corner licensed killer   Across the country People living in luxuries All the food, clothes and money Many roofs over heads   This life of contrast With enough for all Yet widen gaps between haves and havenots And killers running loose On the corner the murderer On the next corner licensed killer.   [Home] [About] [Contact Us] [Poetry] [My Poetry] [Featured Poem] [User Poems] [Three Poems] [Events] [Guidelines] [Legal]