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Jan 2020
I'm sorry for us all
searching for shelter
in a hail storm of lies
lost our faith
in the future
thinking our time
will be the end of time
so sad
it makes me wanna cry
can't be right
or left
don't know
who to believe
what to say
for all humanity
the beauty of nature
burning away
in blackened trees
we're surrounded
by the ashes
of limbs and leaves
so hard to see
but surely it's true
it's not too late
to rescue our fate
Written by
Joseph Miller
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