Suicide

Poem By Scarred Unknown

I am not saying anything that's new it has often been said before
We are temporary caretakers of the land just that and nothing more
The land will be here forever and we are born to die
The same fate for the billionaire as for you as well as I
Us humans are mere mortals we die in our own pain
We leave the land forever but the land it does remain
The land is part of Nature and off of the land we live
And from the land we take and take and back to her little give
We abuse the Earth that feeds us but for that the price we pay
In droughts and long dry Seasons in the World of today
Of storms, floods and fires and earthquakes we read and hear of Worldwide
The part we play in Climate Change can hardly be denied
But the land will be here forever and for us there is an end
We are born as mortal life forms why otherwise pretend.

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