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Apr 2016
Today I stand so weary,
Knowing not what to do.
I gasp for breath,
but all I get is smoke and soot.
Why have we caused death to stand so boldly at our door?
As it dances to embrace another coughing soul.
Our cities which were filled with dreams,
Are piled wth hoards of trash.
Breakfast that was marked with bread and coffee filled with cream ,
Is now replaced with pills and stash.
Garbage dumps have thrown away the pretty gardens,
children no more play catch.
Blooming lilies
a rare sight,
As that of clear skies.
"TIMES HAVE CHANGED " TIMES HAVE CHANGED"
Feverishly you exclaim.
but what good is change if humanity has lost it's claim
This poem came to me whenΒ Β Granma spoke to me of her youth
Written by
Natasha Martis  23/F/Mumbai
(23/F/Mumbai)   
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