The poet works very hard writing poems
He is trying to send a message to the world
That needs help desperate
The world overseas is in a mess
I hope the world overseas that are in a mess
Or my father will read my message
And try to save the world
That is in a mess
I don’t approve of the things that are going on overseas
The children should be playing and have the right to be children
But they are not allowing them to play
They are training them to be soldiers
It is wrong for the children to be soldiers
We have all seen so many sad moments going
On overseas
People are being killed
Like nonstop
Also, they are making propaganda
About the war
I hate that also
The people that make the grenades are getting
Rich every single day
We need peace right now
So let the world be in peace
I am not happy
To know that the war will never going to end
Yes they also spend the tax dollars
That you and me paid
Every single year
I don’t know why they can’t
Spend the tax dollars at home
To feed the poor that
Are starving in our streets
Of Toronto
Sone poor people refuse to go to a shelter
Because of bed bugs