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Our Earth
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Anger I miss the days
The air was fresh
When people didn’t
Smoke to death
When you could play
Out in the sun
Almost every day
Without sunblock on
When babies were born
Before they were killed
I could’ve sworn
That most weren’t born ill
When people had touched
Others hearts
Now they just clutch them
And begin to throw darts
When I could jump
In any lake
Where garbage wasn’t dumped
Or toxic waste
How I could see
The wonderful blue sky
Now I sit and wonder
Why lord why
Why can’t they just
Let the earth be
It’s suffered oh
Too much lately
Just thinking of what we’ve done
To this wonderous place
Where god has put his only son
Whom we no longer can face
1992
oh yeah I can hear you, and I share my concerness about our world too. Have wrote one about Mother Earth too. Thank you for sharing your wonderful work. Charisma
A wonderful piece that speaks volumes of truth and yearns for a better world... I think u weave the different facets of life very well here, Jen...and yes , it is so apt. Another enjoyable tour this time... Smilesz...till the next~!!