The world would never know

The world would never know what god has in plan 

The people should never know why there’s scars on your hand 

The enemy would never know what type of weapon in your hand 

Because we all grew up different after playing in the sand 

Tear drops falling an people never know why 

People keep dying leaving family traumatize 

For those who can’t see straight is because they have pain in there eyes 

For the killers who’s killing they forever have blood in their eyes 

It’s never good to vent to anyone/everyone 

Because you never know who that person could share your information with

Next day people criticizing you for what you’ve said or done

Now you wish you haven’t shared your information with the person you shared it with 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world
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