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World Citizen

To accuse without meeting,
Within a time so fleeting.
A curse of small mind,
Blind fear, closed time.

People displaced,
Inbetween race.
This confused space
Of unwarranted hate.

An earth once respected,
Replaced with greed, the infected.
A terrifying fight,
When did we lose sight?

We are all World citizens.

World Citizen

Lorraine  Dowler

Joined March 2011

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Artist's Description

This poem stems from the days where I despise what this world has become. Where people do not take into account circumstance and gain perspective of situations before forming well based opinions. People who say they hate a race of people, without having met one of them.

Where a new generation thinks that a former one should forget the past and enter into this pathetic excuse for an economic structure based on greed and consumerism.

The last time I checked I did not have the choice of where I was born, and neither does anyone else in this world. Take a moment to imagine your life had you been born in a nation or a time period where you would have been descriminated against and wonder how you would develop as a person.

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