HumansA Poem by Fey Frost
The clouds are crying
Our land is drying The cruelty of our people Leaving the earth so feeble We are the human race We get our thrill by the chase What if we chase the goodness away? And from our true path we stray Maybe we have already lost Or won the fight,but with a cost Who knows what price we'll pay For every good we took away When we die, we leave nothing behind Except for pieces of us that were once kind And what if we erase them all? What would make us stand tall? Do we steal from others? Stoop that low? Or are we already down below? Ask yourself this, aren't we all the same? What difference does it make? Money, race or fame? At our core we sought the same goals We were the fire that burnt from identical coals We each burnt brightly disregarding our different levels We thought we were angels, though most of us were devils Maybe it's time for a change, time to water the fire For it is fueled by the mouths of our liars Lets shut them up and tell the truth for once Before our time passes and we lose our only chance © 2014 Fey FrostReviews
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