For those who are
For those who are not
Living on earth
Constantly giving birth
A planet
Withering away
By the light of day
Destructive are the habitants
Progressive is the war
For thy government
Could care less
Our world what a mess
A dying star
Provides our warmth
Broken and abused
Is thy home
A reveling truth
Thy own child
The abuser
What hope lies ahead
For soon we'll all be dead
If only the caretakers
Cared more for a home
Then ruling the household
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PoetryThis is a book containing my poems that I have written. It starts back when I was three years old, up until now and each time I write something new I'll be adding it as a new chapter to the book. It takes you through my love, my passions, my thought...
