"On Display" by h2watt

Before the fireworks begin bombarding; terrorizing the life of a poor child…

Or before it creeps and plagues the ozone’s esophagus…

The smoke released from the overcast is pungent, enticing in smell…

Decided to present toxic substances without appealing introduction…

If one thought this was in the hidden program, then follow the map…

The emergency exit is near…

Reciprocals from above, commence photography, unworthy for headlines…

A calling for less participation, but; a mental rehabilitation for sanity…

Senses the elements as a vital organ of mine; that’s malfunctioning…

Never cut the plug off since learning is gradual…

A chant emerged from the crowds to dissolve the content…

Into understandable concepts…

However, the surface was chipped; not all ideas reached the main stage…

The beauty of being enclosed in an imaginary art exhibit is amazing…

Museum guide lists it as permanent…

Simply animate at closing hours…

So for those smugglers, it is the best time to change profession…

The ice sculpture captured the deep trenches that comprised ocean…

Fortunately dissolved and refilled the empty clouds…

Meteorologists analyze my eternal frame, heavy precipitation….

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world
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