Poems About the Environment
Cover my earth mother four times with many flowers.
Let the heavens be covered with the banked-up clouds.
Alien desolation expands
Racial desperation increasing
Nothing's working, bring the next one in
He sits upon his lofty throne,
with a crown all rusty gold;
Watching darkness all around;
Happiness is produced from the within
Although honesty and kindness is where it begins
In this world we are surrounded by limited resource. Most of which we have destroyed without remorse.
What is a soul?
Without being a sprirt.
What is a flag?
Without strips and stars.
What is a game?