Your Spark

War brings death and despair

Even to a 3 year old boy with black hair.

A Turkish beach stained with blood,

Innocents caught by The Flood.

A father weeps, the world cries.

No one should see a child die.

Red and blue stain the mind,

Hope gets hard to find.


The economy is beat

Nowhere to sleep, nothing to eat.

A man sits against a brick wall,

Playing with his pooch, throwing a ball.

And if, by chance, food does come by

He shares with his dog, with a smile and a sigh.

With a furry-haired friend

Hope can never end.


The world is dark,

The world is unfair,

But don't lose your spark,

Hope is still there.

Look a you cup,

Say it's half full.

If you fall get up.

Fear is null.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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