Will it be by our hands?

December 27, 2010
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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.

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