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0 - Unfinished Poetry 1
Life is a slow suicide
Life is just a tribal war against the apocalypse
We close our thoughts and hope and pray
The day doesn’t come when the sun will bury a billion sons
And who are we to say or complain
Our rainy days were wished away
On a hotter climate, the times sure change
Rearrange the days into only sunday’s
And someday soon the gloom will doom us all to lamp posts
The humans consume the hopes and dreams of everything
Insecticides behind crying eyes
(c)2024 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Life is just a tribal war against the apocalypse
We close our thoughts and hope and pray
The day doesn’t come when the sun will bury a billion sons
And who are we to say or complain
Our rainy days were wished away
On a hotter climate, the times sure change
Rearrange the days into only sunday’s
And someday soon the gloom will doom us all to lamp posts
The humans consume the hopes and dreams of everything
Insecticides behind crying eyes
(c)2024 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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