Pencil number one is stained with blood
Because innocent kids were taken by drugs.
Penicl number two has been sharped to the tip
Because kids without homes stir my stomach sick.
Penicl number three makes my thumb go numb
For children who cant afford educations are labeled dumb.
Penicl number four keeps breaking
Like my heart when I see a child shaking,
begging for a dollar without any taking.
The yellow on pencil number five is faded
Like my hope when dreaming that the homeless will ever make it,
In a world so shameless.
Pencil number six, should I even pick it up?
Will my words make people stand up?
Pencil number seven
God, if these kids have nothing left, make sure they go to heaven.
Pencil number eight has written a poem, too many words long
Yet the message is too far gone,
and the safety for humanity is not something to bet on.
Penicl number nine, I'll leave it down for now
My poetry, my poetry has ruined me somehow.
But pencil number nine will save the world.
Save the boys, and save the girls.
Pencil number nine, will save the world.