My Planet Was Crying Before My Eye

March 31, 2008
By Lauren Dayotas, Westborough, MA

My planet was crying before my eye
with the earth's soul cradling in its arm
and various people asking 'round why
when it was them creating his known harm
for they all pretended to mourn with grief
making up days to practice their sorrow
for they don't truly know this world is brief
and ends too abruptly on the morrow
then all is lost and left to the ages
never to return now and forever
written like this as plain words on pages
my salvaged world forced by my endeavor
thank the high heavens this is not yet true
'cause the world would sincerely blame you

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