“Flawed it Be”
You see it every day,
The ones never showed,
The pain left behind at the loss.
You see it every day,
The gangs and senseless death,
The children growing up in the streets,
Parents with a needle in the arm.
You see it every day,
The young and the old used and abused,
The past and the future taken advantage of.
Hurt beyond healing,
Leaving unseen marks.
You see it every day.
A system that should be just
A system giving more than it should.
A system leaving grief and pain,
Affecting more than it should
Who would think?
Yet each doing nothing to change it!
Acting as if it has nothing to do with them.
Yet it does because it reaches all and touches all.
A system where there is no hope.
Flawed in every way,
Leaving grief and pain for each involved.
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