Poems about Health
How do I explain this thing that is going on with me What is this thing actually called Is it love or is it hate
Acupuncture guinnea pig Benefit mankind, Get the blood flowing In and out my mind,
I have a dream job, That is yet to be realized In our vast armory of skills, It has not been properly utilized.
American fault Fast-food crafted of poison Would be one to hault
Too many people, Not enough to go around. Lines crowding from the steeple,
We see the world as per
I fall, I sink, but on the surface I'm breathing. The water's crystal clear to those blind to pain.
If I had the power to change, I'd give hope to the desperate and estranged.
In the land of the hunger Millions are asunder