Contribute

by

Thomas Granger

Donations may be futile, although causing little waste
They sometimes are remembered as leaving a bitter taste
That I have not received any goes to lead the small percent
Of the faculties still restless, who control your government

Contributions by the thousands go to help the undermined
The few of us they left here, where we cannot fall behind
Dreaming of the sunlight that will fill this brand-new sky
Awhile takes my sorrow off to dance in mid July

Tenuous refurbishing to lines in which they lay
Ridiculous to render, as the same it wiil not stay
I'll meet you at the junction, roads converge and then they part
Thunder clouds still raining, more like teardrops from my heart

The echo fills the air so completely with its sound
Reminding me of how long I've been stuck here on the ground
Give my life to silence, made to be a part of me
A part that if you listen you will hear the thoughts I'd be

Receiving less of nothing would not take away my sight
Of the morning I remember all the beauty in the light
Can it ever be mistaken that I give my Love to few
Hoping they're the good ones that I am giving to

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Why don't you look at Britain - July 2006
by: Joyce Hemsley
from: Sunderland, England, UK

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