He is the face they act under
They can strike like thunder
Without every being seen
They act as one like a machine
Everyone blames him
But it's them
They mess with our water and the air
I'm trying to make them aware
Does it really matter
We are all going to disappear or the latter
Everyone is focusing on a fight
But that's just not right
Why must we all hate each other
We just need to remain unchained rather
Even if we speak are mind
Everyone decides to turn blind
Not seeing the problems we truly face
But once we are erased we can't be replaced
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Where the sky turns grey (poems)
PoetryEverything that's in me. For all the light drowning in darkness. A variety of poems. Covers not mine but I love it.
