Hanging by a Thread

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390024
India

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

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