Thursday, July 25, 2013

World through my Dirty Spectacles

Littered roads and unkempt gardens
Headless trees and scarred faces.
My eyes are are desperate for the
Clean, beautiful and serene
But I see no such thing through my dirty spectacles.
Lives being taken like it's all just a game
Rest lost in the hunt for money and fame.
Everybody's searching for a safe place to go
But I see no such place through my dirty spectacles.
People being treated like toys and slaves
Heart-break is the story of everyday.
Tears,lies and fright, even in a little girl's eyes.
She feels secluded even at home searching for someone to trust with very leas hope.
But I see no such person through my dirty spectacles.

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