Our World



Our minds are weary our hearts are weak

some tender organs do speak

this tale of woe and constant threat

from whence has this ghost crept.


Planet earth was not big enough

for all of us,

we killed we maimed. We blundered

and tamed, we advanced but haven’t bothered


to think where this may lead in years

to come, and now with tears

we regret, as history repeats itself

again then again and back on itself.


The worst has yet to come. And won’t

surprise, as it seems the road to

our demise has been paved

with hate, war, isms, and minds enslaved.




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