Where Are You?

March 4, 2011
By Anonymous

I’m writing a poem of happiness,
I’m writing a poem of song,
I’m writing a poem that wonders why,
People say the world is so wrong.

I’m writing a poem that questions why,
When the birds sing in the sky blue,
People on the news are saying,
Everything bad that can’t affect you.

I’m writing a poem of all wackos,
Who say that the world will end,
When all that they should be doing is,
Thinking what is the next bend?

I’m writing a poem that’s saying,
We should all stop asking why,
On the days that we could be sitting,
Outside admiring the sky.

I’m writing a poem that’s asking,
Why we stare at the TV,
That shows us a facsimile of life,
When it is outside for us to see.

I’m writing a poem that wonders where,
Are all others that feel like me,
If we found each other we could unite,
And make this plague history.



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