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Well, I Will Tell You
Ken Coons
by ken coons
06-08-08
What does it take to make me sad?
To Bring out feelings I've seldom had?
Well, I will tell you:
Children crying from hunger and pain,
Living in boxes to keep out of the rain,
Whose parents perished in a hurricane,
Or were robbed and killed by gangs gone insane.
What does it take to break my heart?
To make me wonder where did it start?
Well, I will tell you:
Homeless living from just day to day,
Eating from dumpsters, having nowhere to stay.
Their trials and their hardships just led them astray.
Now hopeless they are, just lost in the fray.
What does it take to make me cry?
To just sprout wings and away I'd fly?
Well, I will tell you:
Young ones dying because they've been told
They are the chosen, the brave and the bold.
They have to defend us, lest this nation fold,
While sick greedy ones steal all of the gold.
What does it take to climb that wall?
To bring the freedom and peace to all?
Well, I will tell you:
Love and mercy from God up above.
Keeping his laws which are given in love.
NESARA will guide us with a gentle shove,
While the GOLDEN AGE glides in like a dove.