Turmoil


 

TURMOIL

The lonely look at the pills

The unloved child takes the noose

The battered wife picks up the bottle

There is no making truce.

 

The raped lose all esteem

Unemployed take out their gun

A caught cheater begs for mercy

They decided it wasn’t fun.

 

A bully has no confidence

A thief tries to feed the family

Where’s the help for everyone

With the price of therapy?

 

Our world could be a better place

If we all join hands in peace

We were put here for a special purpose

Pain and sorrow would surely flee.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

03/15/2016

 

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