Crying about politics
It's a weird workaholic kind of world
Wherein a girl hurled herself into
Lies, which all unfurled into
A catastrophic mess, in which
Planet Earth said,
"Hey, I'll leave the rest
To the mockingbirds' nests."
Broken, but still insisting
Oh, how it's persisting
While the blue jays
Argue over who runs the world,
Yet they're too scared,
They'll run from that girl
Who needs their help but
They'll still act as if their
Arguing holds weight
Wait, did you hear that?
Did you hear those kids cry because
They don't know
What the media means by
"Glaciers melting" or "police brutality,"
But they know enough to know
That no one sees
Across the seven seas
But the grown-ups continue to act
As if their arguing helps anything
One day they'll open their eyes
One day they'll realize
That they could have helped stop
Her demise,
However,
It'll already be
too late
But, I guess,
Until then,
All of planet Earth
Will continue
To wait
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Poems by a Butt with a Dog's Face
PoetryThis is a compilation of my poems. Some are about smothering, some are about God, and some are just strange for sake of being strange. There are other things in here too, but I'll leave that for the insides, you know how it is. By the way, you're pr...
