Do you think
I don't notice
When you laugh at me?

Do you think
I feel fine
When I feel awful?

Do you think
I can take
Anymore of this?

The anwser is no.
So listen up.
Listen to me.
Think about it.

Sometimes I look at the world,
And think,
Wow.

What have we done
To this beautiful sphere
Of life and vibrancy?

We have reduced to a burning wreck
Where war rages
And crimes are commited
And nature is destroyed.

You say, that's harsh.
Do you know what's harsh?
A football field of trees gone
Every second.
Every minute.
Every DAY.

People crying when they know
Someone they love
Will never come home.

People who steal and snatch,
Most of them have to because, otherwise
They'll starve.

That's harsh.

She steps into the rain,
hopeless, knowing that no one will help her.
She can't manage but who cares?
She is alone in pouring rain.

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There are many places in this world,
who have people with things they don't deserve,
like famine, poorness, bombs and killing,
meanness, angriness, starvation, hitting.

When we leave food on our plate,
that must be how much they ate,
in maybe a week or two,
how can we know if this is true ?

We don't know how much we're lucky,
for them, our left overs, would be plenty,
that would fill them for a week,
and would be the food that they would seek,
for their lifetimes and even more,
however someday they'lll be at our door !!!

Poor them, won't we help ?
We do, we try,
but it's too much,
Oh my, oh my...

Do you care?
Do you listen to the cries at night,
Of poor children filled with fright?

Do you care?
Do you wish for clothes and books
While small children steal like crooks?

Do you care?
Do you leave some scraps on your plate
While starving is another child's fate?

Do you care?
Do you ignore your teacher's speech
While poor children's education is breeched?

Do you care?
Do you read this poem again and again
Thinking what it must be like for them?

Do you care?