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  Jan 2017 Ben At93
Elizabeth Squires
Mother nature we're killing you
Pumping your air with a toxic brew

****** is the path we're taking
And it's you we're forsaking

Our need for industry and tree clearing
Is for you not so endearing

To our peril we do you a misdeed
Humanity doesn't hear nor does it heed
  Jan 2017 Ben At93
Misplaced Texan
I really can't be mad. I have myself to blame
What she's done to me, I've done just the same
Still far ahead, but so sick of this game
Maybe it's too late, I have myself to blame.

Don't hold your feelings in, maybe it's too late.
If you miss your chance, you'll have your self to hate
In this life you carry a lot of weight
Get your **** together, maybe it's too late.

Move quick, get your **** together.
Face it, you can't live like this forever.
Brace yourself, you're in for nasty weather
Here comes pain, get your **** together.

Not much longer, here comes pain
So much to lose, so much to gain
Looking for sun, standing in the rain
I really can't be mad. I have myself to blame
Come let's flap our wings and tails,
Entwined, we'll raise our sails.
Sail away to a rose scented clime,
Yonder beyond the restrictions of time.

Come let's sail where hearts never asunder
Nor ever fall apart, but always wonder.
Wondering the true magic of love,
Like an eagle aloft in skies above.

O come, you'll be Queen and I'll be King,
To thee, sweet melodies I'll always sing,
All day long through the night,
Till the bursting of the dawn light.*


@Kikodinho Alexandros
Jumeira, Dubai
Jan 3rd 2017
My first poem this year
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