Rising oceans,
A warming globe,
Savage storms,
A warning foretold.
minds forming
but stuck in a mold.
they see it they hear it
yet they ignore.
its burning,
smoke so thick.
they're starving
thin and sick
to absorbed
brains like a brick
but the ignorance,
its hurting us.
human life
means so little.
efforts are weak
excuses brittle.
the meek mind
easy to master
lies and deceit.
hate, slurred and spattered
in a world of defeat.
how does one voice matter
riots and violence
the reign of sheep
with arrogant chatter
And cheap entitlements
its swirls and spins
times a constant trial
we see our destruction
Yet still sit idle.
About the Creator
Tara Bryant {A. Pierce}
writing has always been my way of expressing the things i struggle to talk about. Some times the mind goes to dark places but those dark places can be turned into something extraordinarily beautiful too.
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