Who's gonna tell you when It's too late Who's gonna tell you things Aren't so great You can't go on Thinking nothing's wrong Who's gonna drive you home tonight
Who's gonna pick you up When you fall Who's gonna hang it up When you call Who's gonna pay attention To your dreams Who's gonna plug their ears When you scream
You can't go on Thinking nothing's wrong Who's gonna drive you home tonight
Who's gonna hold you down When you shake Who's gonna come around When you break
You can't go on Thinking nothing's wrong Who's gonna drive you home tonight
3 comments:
Who's gonna tell you when
It's too late
Who's gonna tell you things
Aren't so great
You can't go on
Thinking nothing's wrong
Who's gonna drive you home tonight
Who's gonna pick you up
When you fall
Who's gonna hang it up
When you call
Who's gonna pay attention
To your dreams
Who's gonna plug their ears
When you scream
You can't go on
Thinking nothing's wrong
Who's gonna drive you home tonight
Who's gonna hold you down
When you shake
Who's gonna come around
When you break
You can't go on
Thinking nothing's wrong
Who's gonna drive you home tonight
Who remember`s x
Archive of poetry by Anne Kelly
Famine
Dirty, filthy rags
Bones boring through
Large empty eyes
Fingers like knitting needles.
Craving for a morsel of food
Stomachs swollen
Empty ache.
Ireland 1847.
Ethiopia 1977 Somalia 1987
Russia, Peru, Auschwich, Japan
Biafra, Rawanda.
Hunger, poverty and starvation
Need no language of translation.
It's in the eyes, the feet, the hands
The sunken face of many lands.
Famine, sickness, death
And sorrow.
by Anne Kelly
lovely poetry and so moving do I need to say any more what a greedy world. love and light martin xxxx
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