Praying Might Not Be Enough But

by Cheshire Kat   Apr 27, 2007


There are so many things that I cant do.

I cant stop the wars and I cant stop the tears.

I cant stop the anger or rippling fears.

I cant stop the bloodshed, the deaths and the lies.

I cant help the child who cries and cries.

His mother is gone; his father is dead.

There is no food to eat and he owns no bed.

The pain that was born

The dead that we mourn.

Evil!, They croak, when they know.

They have no weapons; no guns or bombs.

They lived in innocence and tides of calms.

They had hoped they would find peace one day.

Yet their hope is passing, quickly, away.

They know this truth, yet refuse to believe.

Yet whatever happens is under Gods release.

November 1, 2006

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  • 17 years ago

    by geeeeee

    I completely know how you feel, its the worst thing of all. The feeling of helplessness. I loved this poem from the very start to the very end, it was really touching to me, it had such a true meaning and I think many other people could relate to the feelings in this poem. A poignant write.

    Take Care :]
    Makaveli

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