by Mary Etta Metcalf
i see a world that frightens me...not like the one of the past
this one is self oriented...no time or patience for others
a world now of violence...of hate...of anger...of self
not like the world i came from...a world so different
i feel a world that makes me sad...that makes me so alone
one that no longer cares for the others in need
where people are discarded...become homeless
not like the world i came from...a world so different
i know a world that has made me untouchable
that turns its back on those like me...who live in fear
a world of fear...of its self...its neighbors...even its own families
not like the world i came from...a world so different
where people go on killing sprees...terrorism a normality
where the jobs and economy generates more homeless
and families struggle each day just to survive
not like the world i came from...a world so different
Last updated August 10, 2011