lejax parker Poems

There once was a forest where I stand but now there lays a wasteland desolate and bland the Forest was beautiful untouched towering high treetops desperately rising to the sky now all that lived here has died.

I try to understand the reason for this furniture electricity why do we exist we destroy to create we discriminate now it’s too late to save life and even if we could we’d just make more war and strife.
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A distant call makes my world quake my body lies dead but my mind is awake long left hungry my heart aches one last call and it breaks.

What once was sweet now a sour taste my body once strong now battered
and bruised I lie weak I am the accused one last call its all it takes one last call and it breaks
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