Will it be by our hands?

December 27, 2010
By pantechc70 BRONZE, Cunningham, Tennessee
pantechc70 BRONZE, Cunningham, Tennessee
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Generations pass me by.

I struggle to just survive

Planes leave ripples as they fly.

Like the lies that trail our lives.

Empty eyes and empty minds.

In society I see signs.

Will the end be our hands?

Destroying precious land.

All in hope of a better tomorrow.

Acres fall in sorrow.

The author's comments:
If you only get one thing from my poem I hope it will be that we cannot continue to live off our plant like we have been. Eventually it will give in and we will die with it. We all must do our share, no matter how small to slow the process of what our mistakes have done.

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