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this is my poem--- its not my best poem .


I see a starving child,
The dying left to die,
Terror all around me,
Bombs dropping from the sky.
And I think to myself…
What a terrible world.

I see walking killers,
Criminals running free,
Elderly screaming help
Why won’t you let me be?!
And I think to myself…
What a terrible world.

I see parents fighting,
Their children taking drugs
Lives being created
To join the world of thugs
And I think to myself…
What a terrible world

I see a world of pain,
A world of problems too,
People bombing for peace
Without thinking it through.
And I think to myself…
What a terrible world.
YES
I think to myself…
What a terrible world ...

No offense but poetry sukks!

I'm not poetry critic but i liked its message..the content was soo beautifully dark and uplifting...thanx dear.

It'S kind of a cheap rip off, and you forgot the middle eight.

How about this one. There was a rumor that Snoop was really Somali (I shit you not, some Somali here claimed that Snoop was Majertain). So I came up with this story.

One day Snoop was out in Bari, herding the animals, when he came up with this rap theme:

Motherfockin' camels want to eat and drink and sleep
and all I do is watch 'em, and also watch the sheep
We walk from place to place and it's hot as hell out here
there's never any shade and there's never any beer
What the fock we doin' watchin' camels and the sheep
we could be gittin' high, and gittin' lots of sleep

Ali, Snoops brother, thinks this is some kind of music that Americans might like. So he goes and asks his dad. Dad says "Those stupid kufrs, you could convince them we have a ski resort out here." So Snoop hitches it to Boosaso, catches a ride on a tramp steamer to New York, and the rest is history.