Priceless Figurines

Triangles.
Squares.
Circles.
Unfair.

The Sun.
That sets.
The Place.
We're kept.

The Earth.
Its dying.
Science.
Its trying.
Lord God.
He's sighing.
Humans.
We're lying.

So, as for.
The circles.
And Spheres.
They'll fade.
They all.
Every one.
They.
Become Squares.

by Rain Storm

Comments (1)

good poem, well done: 0)