10A Poem by Carlwrote this in 10 mins. Hence the title.
10 I picked up my pen And started to write About passion and people And a daily plight About what they've known And what they could know I picked up my pen And it started to flow I wrote about nations I wrote about towns The falling of strongholds And walls coming down I wrote for the weak Unable to stand And I wrote about healing For a broken land I wrote about struggles And the colour of skin I wrote about racism And where to begin I wrote about the insults That nobody sees And I wrote for the child In tears as he flees I wrote about faith And all we perceive I wrote for the sceptic And those who believe I wrote for the sinner The words that atone And I wrote for the lost That there is a way home I wrote for the future What have we done I wrote about rivers And the blackening sun I wrote for the mother's Whose children are crying And I wrote for the planet Before our eyes dying I wrote with a fervour All that I'd seen From the broken and lonely Too the poets that dream I wrote to inspire Each one of them As I closed my eyes And put down my pen © 2008 CarlFeatured Review
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Added on February 25, 2008AuthorCarlQuality Street - EnglandAboutHi I'm Carl. I'm from England. I can't remember a time when I did not write. I went to school and had the most amazing teacher an American called Martin Foxwell. He taught me so much. The greatest le.. more..Writing
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