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Why can’t we get along?
Why do we treat each other like stones?
Why can’t we share?
Why don’t we care?
Why do we fight?
And kill at night.
Why can’t we live in brotherhood?
Martin Luther King understood.
Why don’t we stop hurting each other?
And start loving each other.
Why not a little more kindness?
Why not a little less greed?
Why not a little more giving?
Why not a little less polluting?
Why not a little less frown?
Why not a little less kicking each other when we’re down?
Why not a little more us,
And a little less fuss?
Why not a little less crying?
Why not a little more smiling?
Why don’t we just try?
Why?





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cmoney1996 said...
May 6, 2009 at 10:42 pm
This is a great poem
 
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