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No Clearer Than Mud

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There is so much pain, so much hurt
Too many of the good are treated like dirt
I try and try to help, to take some pain away
So many people will never see the new day

Humans are a terror to their own race
We spread our diseases all over the place
We kill our children, rape our women
And the guilty are punished only now and then

When was it that people were ashamed of their own kind?
When did we get to be so ignorant and blind?
To kill and rape and destroy our own blood
Is to say that the human race is no purer than mud

Those strong of heart and caring souls
To help those close begins to take its toll
Exhausted and worried to the point of illness
Filled with concern and broken by stress

Prayers are said each and every night
Wishing for something to end the blight
To bring an end to all the suffering
Hope is their one and only offering

Those who help, do so with all their heart
The worry is enough to make them fall apart
But they press on because, in the end, they know
The light will shine and the love will show
Yeah...I've got nothing to say really. I guess this counts as my dare-piece for ~RealistWriter but I wrote this on a spur of the moment.

I hope you guys like it and I hope it has as much emotion in it as I put into it.
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"This world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those that feel"
Horace Walpole
Got nothing else to say.