Transpiration Poem by Mallory Martin

Somewhere, not so far away
is a place that can never be erased.

A place where the human race,
was not such a disgrace.

This world has become,
nothing less of an abomination.

It teems and it wreaks,
with the existence of aboriginal minds.

The inexplicable craving for power,
has conquered us all.

Your good intentions,
have done nothing but ruin you.

When this time transpires;
we will all become inspired.

Put down your weaponry.

Let go of your power.

Erase all of your hate.

And soon,
all will be tranquil.