'the world'
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Silence came to me. The word was suddenly empty, and the dialogue numb.
I wasn’t sure whether I was in a dream or elsewhere.
When I was a kid I
Didn't undersand
Why people
Would beg to leave this place
They would call it boring
and ugly
and terrible
It was only until now that
I understand
Oh rising sun how beautiful you are
Hey shining moon of the fourteenth
And yes, the shiny stars,
Here, the trees who are spreading love
with fragrances of different flowers
And butterflies of different colors,
One planet
Many here
Living their habits
Thinking clear
Ideals are necessary
For friends to get
But it also creates adversaries
And we won't forget
Through different eyes we see the world.I see the poor, struggling alone,Limited by their circumstances,Held back through no fault of their own.
I see climate change as a threat,
The star shine is bright, blinding
sparkling blue and red and orange and yellow
so she has to squint.
The contrast of light against the
total black of the night sky
is nearly unbearable.
You know...
I have this craving
They say at my age
That a base, hormonal
Rage
Is basically part of
The teenage package
Nothing lasts forever
But the world is timeless
What good is it to destroy it?
What are we getting out of it?
We are in the mode of survival
We are trying to make ends meet
Giving to our children
