Everyone reads the poems of the world,
and think that they are just that.
A metaphor about love, nature, or some other thing;
and some are, and some aren't.
Some are a call,
a cry for help,
a scream for sanity,
and a begging for understanding,
from the race of humanity.
Will it ever be noticed?
Will it ever be heard?
I know that I see and hear it,
but that's because I spread the word.
Some are a call,
a cry for help,
a scream for sanity,
and a begging for understanding,
from the race of humanity.
Maybe someone will answer it,
maybe someone will have heard.
But while I wait, here's my call
to the World.
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