If (2) - Poem by Véronique Boulanger
If we could all see the place we call a world,
We'd be devastated by the things we have done
to destroy it.
If you could see the place we call a world,
You'd try to run way from all of it,
drugs, maybe, or a cut.
If I could see the place we call a world,
I wouldn't care; just another way to die.
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