among school children, bright wonderous faces
buried in a blueprint that would let us reach Mars.
show me the presence, the unending glory
reaching to the heavens
our outstretched hands
begging at the feet of God.
but for what is worth groveling?
is He not the all-powerful
the almighty and his saviour son?
all i see here is ruin
it's all i've felt as a kid.
so let us escape
let us repeat our mistakes
let us try again.
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PoetryA poetry collection dedicated to the lessons bloomed from the face of adversity.
