Somerica

A hurting mother

my dear sun color my roof green,
so nature can understand where my mind has Been,
let alone do some understand what they are doing,
and my so called intelligent leader who doesn't care if your hurting,
how can you hit your mother and not feel the pain,
how can you dare to crack and even break your spine,
don't tell yourself everything is fine,
we little small humans have crossed the line,
when push comes to shuffle trust me we get left behind,
if reality threw a earthquake at you would your mind still decline,
One day air is going to be limited source paid for,
some of us will be ask for some and even more,
and this forsaken formula of pollution isn’t the solution,
so I us for those who care to start the revolution.

 



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