Power of WordsA Poem by The Rose That Grew From ConcreteThe TruthSlow the world down for a second And just breath in the air Can you feal the peace in the world It's a funny thing though All the money that we spend on pleasers When joy is in the air All we need is peace on the earth We could stop it all The hate, the violence, the war, and pejudice Yes, we the artist Its possible to cure the disease of hatred In all its forms Weather you write poems, books, or movies like me Or any other art Music, painting, drawing, or just speaking can do it And this is the plan Inject your art into peoples lives and then you will see How powerful words are © 2008 The Rose That Grew From ConcreteFeatured Review
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Added on April 10, 2008AuthorThe Rose That Grew From ConcreteFort Smith, ARAboutMy Name is Jason X and I'm a 17 year old guy born and raise in Fort Smith, Arkansas. I have a very imaginative and revolutionary mind. Please Comment more..WritingRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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