looking at them, <br />we are all staring <br />doing nothing <br />not because we don't know what to do, <br />but we don't care. <br /> <br />The boy taking fire to the refinery <br />yet we all said he is playing. <br />What type of play? <br />To send us all to our ancestors up there.<br /><br />Adeola Babalola<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-will-help/
