Society

A Poem by Samuel H. Ludke

Walking to the grave I feel,

Like my heart is made of steel,

Go to church, stand and kneel,

Pay your dues and lose sleep,

Heard us to the grave like sheep,

Go to school, get a job,

Some didn't make it, steal and rob,

Drugs rampant and gun firing,

I feel it is all too tiring.

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Added on July 5, 2019
Last Updated on July 5, 2019

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