Hanging by a Thread
Location
390024
India
See map: Google Maps
Our mother is fragile
The thread is too old
The clock ticks
So I look for more gold
We took it for granted
The thread starts to frey
It'll hold out
And we'll all be okay
The thread is unraveling
Okay now I'm pissed
What's going on
Is there something the designer missed
The death throws are loud
Can the load be deminished
If we don't change our ways soon
We'll all be finished
Now the thread broke
Did we put our love in jars
With Mother Earth dead
This will all soon look like Mars
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world