A Poem Left Untitled For Artistic Reasons

ROSES are dead.

VIOLETS are dead.

EVERYTHING is dead.

DEAD dead dead.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 

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