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Jun 2020
We were given a beautiful world to call home,  
A natural wonder,  
we were once free to roam.  
Amazing landscapes  
and animals to look at in awe,  
Until selfishness and greed
was planted into our core.  
Money was invented,  
Which divided the rich and the poor,  
Power obsessed tyrants,  
Creating mayhem and war.  
We couldn't unite,  
Because of race, colour and creed,  
Even though red.  
is the same blood that we bleed,  
Not willing to except,  
Each others beliefs,  
So now the pendulum swings,  
And we prepare for our last sunrise,  
I say these words with a tear in my eye,  
It's sad, but no surprise,  
We created our own human demise
Poetic justice
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Poetic justice  37/M/Uk
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