The hidden

The clouds grow, 

Growing heavier and heavier

The future unknowing 

whether it could be 

a light drizzle

Or a violent outburst

 

No one looks from the 

comfort of their home

The ignorance of their 

Surroundings

 

Obliviousness:

Its a killer, murderer

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world

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