Southwest Miami Sonnet

March 21, 2012
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I was surrounded by worn out places.
What blood thirsty monsters caused this mad world?
Essence of evil smiled on their faces.
That’s why I’m an extraterrestrial.

Forcing change is like beating a dead horse.
To them violence is second nature.
I just sit and watch as they pile up corpse.
Thinking, will I return once they mature?

For now I’m the only man on the moon.
They must go through a metamorphosis.
They must change their swords to words very soon,
For I am dying of loneliness.

Do I care if us humans don’t change? Nope.
Do I think we will ever change? I hope.

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