Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Our World

there is not much left of my memories
they have grown and made memories of their own
their memories visit me sometimes, but never for long
always leaving
always growing
always moving
yet i am anchored to this body
this planet
and the animals living on me are desecrating that body
uprooting the happiness of my past
crushing my seeds of the future
my once beautiful forests, spanning continents
now marked off as endangered, waning, soon to be gone
my waters once clear enough to drink from
now swimming with black poison
killing the animals who made their homes in my tears
Only my majestic mountains stand still
but how long can this last
how long will my body, my home, my world
be used and abused

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