Without Us

Without us, you would not be here

Standing on the now polluted ground

Without us, you would always fear

Of what might happen if you are found 

Without us, you cannot see

The joyful things that are here today

Without us, you would always be

Unconscious as unknown prey

Without us, inspiration is dead

For it cannot live without its host

Without us, you cannot be

A character with themselves that's free

This poem is about: 
Our world

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