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Feb 2020
They say the world is coming to an ending
and all of us will pay the ultimate price
for this land of chains that we’re often pretending
to be God’s garden.
We’re just throwing the dice.

They say the world is coming to an end
for we’re all like gambling thieves
playing around with demons. We all got
banned from beauty.
And the poor Earth just grieves.

They say the world is coming to an ending
for we’re planting guilty ignorance seeds.
Earthquakes, fires and floods are extending.
Earth is not a place to ******.
Poor baby, it bleeds.

Let’s stop making Earth a place in disgrace
by giving ourselves questionable pleasures and alibis
it’s time for new beginnings and a good human race.
For there’s not a dry eye in the world.
So… we need this compromise.
Irina BBota
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Irina BBota  42/F/London
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