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Modern Sense (2007)


Look into a diamond and what do you see?

The hands of an African, tortured and taken from his family.

 

Pick up a toy and what do you feel?

The work of an Asian child, who can’t afford a meal.

 

Walk by a gas station and what do you smell?

The blood of thousands, forgotten and felled.

 

Eat fast food and what do you taste?

The epitome of gluttony, a symbol of waste.

 

Now turn on the news and what do you hear?

Nothing important, that’s what I fear.

8 replies on “Modern Sense (2007)”

The thing is you write. You won’t always be 15 (you are not now) but you will always be expanding your world by writing, and examining, and exploring. The process is all important no matter how old you are.

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