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A wonderful waste of corporal space.
From a zoological point of view.
Objectively we are the human race.
Through the ages ,our own, we slew.
Our "Great Demise" is in quotations.
Our Doomsday clock is made of cardboard.
We lack a community between our nations.
And our planet continues to be ignored.
Cured by a curator, restoration is needed.
The cracks in the earth need filling.
Our common sense goes unheeded.
To help ourselves if we are willing.
We need to awake and greet the day.
We need to disclose to each other.
Because this might be the only way.
To save planet earth, our mother.
- by Never Ask Dante |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/11/2012 |
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- Title: Ours
- Artist: Never Ask Dante
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- Date: 01/11/2012
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