Our Home Poem by Athena Matheou
Our Home
The ace of base is,
what Isn't so important
is clouds of mists
whithout A for Alpha
what then society is but
the non structure of balance
the omega
where is the light
but only that of the clouds of
mist interlocking minds
reflective within the wind,
man doomed for destruction
what hope is there?
Is that of important place,
the truth, the home,
the ace of base.
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