Fixing the body

 

The world spins, 
maybe too fast 
for the people on its axis 
never seem to know
how to fix the current situations
that plague the body
poverty, 
hunger,
vanity, 
disease,
and millions more. 
words only clothe the problem
acting will solve
how long must we wait
for people to
help, 
care,
and 
listen?
We don't have forever
we must start now. 
 
 
 

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