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Poetry: Suffering

You can spend your life asking why?
Blaming Goverments, blaming God
and nothing will ever change.
You can turn your eyes and look away
and nothing will ever change.
You can say they only have themselves to blmae
and nothing will ever change.
You can say that it's just their fate
and nothing will ever change.
Or you can vow to make a difference,
however small it may be.
Eleviate some suffering,
you may find it sets you free.
You could give a little money,
or you could give a lot.
You could give up some time,
it can mean a real lot.
You could get your hands dirty.
You could heal someones wounds.
You could talk to someone who is lonely.
Help a nieghbour near you.
You could start a major charity,
petition government for change.
Or you could spend your life asking why?
And nothing will ever change.
Suffering becomes more bearable
when the individual steps in.
So become part of the solution,
let the revolution begin.

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