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Stop to Think

Poem by Ann Pass

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I see it all over the papers
It's always on T.V.
All the wrong, people are doing
it really depresses me.
Sexual assaults and killings
Hold ups with a shot gun
What do people think they're doing?
What do they think they've won?
A kidnap of a child,
So innocent in every way,
held just for ransom money
The loved ones do what the kidnappers say.
Another bomb goes off
And another policeman is killed
The mother or wife of that man
Grieving, and their hearts are chilled.
Another explosion in the air,
Down comes another plane;
People are crying for their souls,
Down on their knees they're praying.
Why is there so much violence?
It's like Evil coming down in a shower;
If we carry on like this,
We'll soon come to out last hour.
I saw a programme the other night
It was on prisoners,
Those who had not done right.
They were inside
For a lot of different things
Ready to go out and take life,
Just whatever it brings.
But the prison officer,
Well he needed a medal,
He gave those men
A new cycle to peddle;
He put those prisoners
Among those in need
And did it help them?
Yes, it did indeed.
The handicapped kids,
And the elderly too,
Had so much fun, and learned;
Neither knew what to do.
But they found they needed each other,
And the prisoners found a new heart,
And through the helpless,
They found a new start.
If only each villain
Would stop and think a minute
About that programme I saw
They would see something in it.
The way the kids changed the lives
Of those locked up men
Maybe you will think
Before you go as far as them.
Let something fill you heart
And give kids hope from your love
And instead of ending up in Hell
You'll share in God's Kingdom above.

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