How Come

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    How Come

    How come the world has gone mad?
    It makes me so sad.
    How come kids are shooting kids?
    To many video games that is what it is.
    How come there is drought everywhere?
    Gobal warming because nobody care.
    How come the future looks so bleek?
    Tomarrow may be the end and no one sees.
    How come people have to be so mean?
    Being nice is always good and clean.
    How come kids are in such a hurry to grow up?
    Child hood is fun and the world is your cup!!
    HOW COME?

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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