thunder cracks through the hills
hunger stands on stills
pain is in the air
some don't notice
some don't care

I see pain every day
everywhere i look
there is someone
hungry
someone
cold
someone
sick
someone
broken
someone
sad

there are people on the
corners
begging for money
some guy in a
mercedes hands an old man in a beard
a fake 1000 dollar bill snicker
he doesn't think its funny

the wind blows
i wrap my scarf tighly around my neck
thankful that i know,
that I knew this morning
it would be cold

I clutch the small
silver acorn
that reminds me to stay strong
before this year, i found i was
never wrong
the world is a perfect place
I thought the families in
africa and
india
peru
brazil
china
afghanistan
pakistan
iraq
mongolia
taiwan
indonesia
russia
north korea
south korea
all the koreas

brought it on themselves
I was vain
but my friends were the same

we were trapped in a bubble
a bubble that hadn't popped
until recently
but now that it finally has
my attention has doubled

I watch all the news channels
CNN
NBC
FOX
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all of them
I crave the knowledge

the world isn't perfect
there is a reason for the pain

without pain
we would have a perfect
world

and that would be utterly
and indescribably
boring