A Masters in Humanitarianism

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
The social class system seems defines you by your professions and how much money you make a year. But what about the people who barely get by because they spend their time and resources helping the less fortunate? It seems a little unfair that they should be overlooked.

Submitted: December 01, 2010

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Submitted: December 01, 2010



August 25, 2010

These majestic landscapes

Laid out before me

As three dimentional

As the pictures I draw

In a society that judges you

Based on your degree

Where does one go to school

To learn how to help

His less-privaledged man?

I see a road that leads

To the city of light

And I start the hike inbound

On the highway of promise

But with every first step

I walk through the plaster

Just paintings on walls

That make me start over.

It's Like climbing a ladder

With no bottom rungs

The destination is clear

But the journey is unknown.

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