A Changing World.

The world is in a bad shape and you know why

I sense anxieties
I sense envies
I sense cruelty
I sense pride
I sense God is getting smaller and red is everywhere

And because of the fierce Sun the greens are not truly green
while adulteration is at nigh.

Wednesday, April 25, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: change,lamentations
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Changing world.
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