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Well, here we are again. Another original poem by yours truly. Enjoy!
When lightning strikes an open field,
with none privy to its magic,
and it starts a fire that burns for days,
a fire that fights water with more fire,
Most would call that a tragedy.
I would call it neglect.
When a house exists,
and is caught in said fire,
along with thousands of others,
burning to the ground,
leaving nothing but an ashen pile,
Most would call it devastating.
I would call it inevitable.
The funny thing about living on earth
is that we often take without giving back.
Greed and the drive for profit and cheap products
has caused a rapid decay, of which we will soon face the consequences.
We don’t blame the mother of a dead son for wanting revenge on the man who shot him.
So, it makes sense that the world would rather see us burn for a change.
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