You might wanna
Clean the stains
Off this beauty
This snow
Crystal clear right?
So make it clear
Because my words are firm
I think people
Will notice the
Rubies
Against the diamond
Because
They worry something so pretty
Will be
Ruined by
Bad
Bad blood
Too bad
I come from
A bad country
Known to do the right things
But also
Evil
Bad war
Good war
I whisper
While holding up
Perfect snow
Covered in bad hands
I blow them off
Into the wind
Fly fly
Please
Show the world
Some beauty
Other than gore
And hate
*Please Don't Be Racist Ever...*
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
