With his black hat and his grey tats
He sat perched atop this mess they'd created -
Humanity - 'Oh, what a load of crap.
Plundered n' pillaged - their every desire sated.
And now look where we are.'
With her doll clutched, and her hands tucked
Deep into her polka dot dress pockets,
She heard Him addressing the rubble n' didn't like it
'You don't know jack! You and your disappearing act
The universe doesn't wait around for your hat tricks
You can't claim you didn't have a hand in all this.'
Stunned into silence - slowly, it hit Him
And then like a train wreck - it was His doing
He'd left them unguided, at the mercy of desires
How could he expect them to rise any higher -
'Humanity - they were the true survivors.'
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Small Things
Poesía- Mostly metaphor-free, this is a collection featuring poetry that possibly many can relate to. - Exploration of human nature, feelings, emotions and the lot.
