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This World

  A world where people don't love you if you can't supply them with all the material things they need. A world where people marry just to get citizenship in a country. A world where the most educated aren't the ones given the best of jobs. A world where the television and internet are left to teach our children values. A world where the leaders of the church spend more money on church buildings than feeding the poor. A world where children receive guns before they receive a book to read. A world where in one half of the world people fight for an apple to eat while in the other we pick,choose and refuse what to eat. A world where we cry when we have no new clothes or shoes but some have never felt the warmth of a shirt and pants on their cold flesh. A world where politicians get increases in pay while the citizens are placed on wage freeze for years. A world where everybody proclaims they can't trust anybody. A world where girls value are always occupied with their looks and men flash money and drive fast cars and they feel the world belongs to them. A world where everybody complains but nobody tries to make actual changes. A world where you spend years studying and get turned for a job because of your skin tone. A world where people would rather read hours of gossip about celebrities rather than flip the pages of an inspirational magazine. A world where to speak up against wrong you are called a lunatic. A world where we will continue to fight each and everyday to make a better day.

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  1. Nice article. Making me adopt a more grateful spirit.
    Brotherly love is one thing that's definitely lacking and selflessness. This sinful world we live in.

    .. our temporary home .8.

    things here on earth won't get better just worse.

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  2. That is very true but we should stil try to improve the conditions in which we live in we shouldn't just leave it as is because we know we won't be here forever.

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