Destruction

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DESTRUCTION

The world falls in fragments slowly and overtime.

If only it would fall all at once; it would save us all this destruction.

The pain we all go through as we watch our life falling into pieces.... so slowly.

So agonizingly slow.... it kills our people. Not from different nations- not their people but our people.

All our people that should own this world.

Not his, hers, Oh! The president's. No! The king's!

No, none of those, but ours.

We are all humans

We are not rich, poor

White, of color, of different culture

Famous, very known, nobody

All this division is the destruction that slowly rips our world apart.... our world

The world that dies because of the corruption

Because of all the lies and the disguises

The promises and the trust that doesn't exist

Because of the love we say we have for her.... our world.... she who sustains us

She, who watches all sorts of corrupted deeds take place on her beautiful surface

Corrupted, not because of a god or because of a devil

Not because of an almighty that watches us, judging our every move

Or a king of the underground that takes pleasure in these doings

But because it betrays our very existence, our very species

It destroys us in ways we haven't even begun to imagine!

It eats away at us like a disease; an incurable cancer! But we don't see it because of our ignorance! Our incompetence to see our wrong doings

We are blinded by the destruction that is power, wealth, fame, want

It's killing our people, killinng our own mother.

The very one who has seen each step of your life, felt every breath that takes away from her own air. The very one who gave us the opportunity to survive in a stable enviroment!

Yet.... it is all merely a wish.

The world isn't ours

It was once the king's, then the emperor's, the Pharaoh's and now? The president's. It's his and hers and it belongs to only the few

The few that are rich, white, of color, famous... known, important
The poor are to suffer

The homeless to die

The peoples to live as robots

The world is not corrupted, it's good

We are at "our" best

But, it's all a lie

Destruction comes in many forms and one day, all of them will take over.

By then, it will be too late

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