From Love, To Hate, To Terrorism, To Destruction - Poem by Adam Smitherman
We live in a world of pure hatred.
A land that was once sacred.
Trees are cut down for more projects.
Leaving animals no homes for their young ones.
We all ask for world peace.
But have we contributed enough to see it all cease.
As long as there's wars.
The tear drops we call rain will continue to pour until it is rid of it's pain.
Our little problems we call catastrophes isn't anywhere near the way our world feels
It's probably going insane.
Take a thought and think about what you do next time you catch yourself saying that you don't care and ask yourself 'Now is that really true? '
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