There are monsters
Everyone seems so blind
Missing something important
Even if it means they are dying
So are us
There are few
Who see the clouds of butterflies
And the disappearance of others
It just blows by them like the wind
And before they know it they are all gone
They know, we all know they do
But they just keep destroying our homes
Like a tornado in the plains
They hurt us and then leave
Taking us trying hard to change
Soon the monsters will marvel
At a probable problem
That turned into a disaster
When they notice we are gone...
YOU ARE READING
Our Land
PoetryThis is a poem I wrote a while ago and thought it'd be nice to publish. I don't know if I will add more poems in the future but it is a possibility.
