Often would I think...
Of people who are around me...
Of people who are not around me...
Of people who are far away from me...
Often would I ask...
Why does the rich and the poor greed?
Why does corruption prowl in every city corner?
Why does violence one choose in the end?
Often I would think again...
If there is no way to change the selfish mind...
If there is no way to change the ignorant mind...
If there is any way that they would care for once?
-Original piece-
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