What has the world become, I loved with such passion,
Through all those happy times, and even the poor fashion.
When a boy of six, mowed down in the street,
Driver does not even stop, just stays in his seat.
What has the world become, I loved it so much,
Through all the good times, like the parties and such.
That boy of just six, lays dying in dads arm,
When that driver does stop, checks his car for harm.
What has the world become, I loved with such care,
Through all those joyful times, like the old travelling fair.
When the material of things, more important than a life,
To do the right thing, and reduce pain and strife.
What has the world become, I loved with a flair,
Through all those happy times, going from here to there.
That boy in the road, has barely even been born,
Yet due to bad driving, lies tattered and so torn.
What has the world become, I loved with such joy,
Through all those good times, pleasure of a new toy.
The driver never gave in, waited for police to locate,
Now we await the courts, to decide on his fate.
What has the world become, I loved it without thought ,
Through all these bad times, glad he is now caught.
When did we stop caring, when did we let go,
Why could someone do this, I really need to know.
N Coker ッ Very sad one :(
C Wadner I felt it needed writing
H Mann sad but oh so true
S Walker so sad, but unfortunately all too true
Karen Bradbury so sad but so very descriptive........