A Poem

 

By: Allyson Jane Cruz

 

Things began to change

As with the time

Memories began to fade

As with the love

 

Mother starts to weep

Begging for little love

Mother starts to plead

Asking for little help

 

She asked for support

But no response in return

She asked for change

But no one seems to care

 

All we need is a weapon

A weapon for change

A weapon for the odds

That is about to come

 

Start the change

Before it becomes too late

Start the fight

The fight in the battle of change

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