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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

Time ticks away
The clock is always ticking
Though we seldom hear the chimes
Days roll by that turn into years
Leaving us only a relic of our times.
We look back at all of life’s changes
How mankind adapted and grew
Discovering the wonder of a Universal dream
How everything could be wonderful and new…?
But now reality bites home every morning
How mankind is once more at war
Disgruntled neighbours’ battling for honour
This time just a thousand dead or more?
Politicians openly lying…
Not caring of the consequences ahead
Now a country can only but mourn
The lives so wastefully spent.
Still the clock keeps on ticking
Man keeps wasting his time
Building a dream that for most is unreachable
But still we all wait in line…
Hoping that we’ll get a good share
Of all the goodies for sale…
A billion dollar yacht to sail round your own island
and peasants that will curtsy and bow.
Everyday we see new billionaires…
A new richest man in the world…
Billions of dollars that could never be spent
While millions go hungry...fear cold
We have always been rushing into disasters
So the few could could build their own dreams…
And as time ticks by nothing is changing
it's the same as always it's been.

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