Hopeless Quest

Love is a deep personal emotion
So if we call ourselves brothers and sisters, why do we like one another to suffer?
Are we blind, are we crazy?
We are killing ourselves while we spend money buy drugs and selling them to our people.
Have we for about our own history,
about our own struggle?
And the drugs we’re selling only helps us to die.
Why I, why don’t you love me? But you told me you cared but now I’m die.

By Lenenca L. Cox
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