B-Rye

This World

This world is beautiful

This world is hideous

This world is kind

This world's insidious

Addicted to struggle,

It turns and turns

As mouths go hungry

And voices yearn

As flowers bloom

And light returns
As bombs are dropped

And shelter spurned

As life is born

And young minds learn

As bodies pile

And forests burn

As the ocean roars,

Twists, spits and churns...

 

This world is lovely

This world is rotten

All this beauty and pain

Cannot be forgotten



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