Face Of Change

Humanity Began Its End

When Value Had A Face 

Worth Had No Cost

Pricelessness Reaches Attainable, As

Worthlessness Became The Currency 

Of Forgotten Souls Whose Hearts 

Transformed, Into Paper Thin Remnants

Of What The Mind Could Have Been 

Before Humanity, Began Its End.....

This poem is about: 
Our world

Comments

Mimi_yohana

the message of this poem is amazing I love it!!

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