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Rated: E · Poetry · Opinion · #1884305
a poem on society, simple as that.
The world's expectations are far too vast,
society says that our generation is the future of the world,
if this reins true,
I am so very sorry for this world.
We are too frail; selfish; egotistical,
far too self-absorbed and scared to hold this world.
Our arms are too weak and unstable,
to hold the copious weight of the Earth,
which is falling to ruins infront of our eyes.
How do we not notice what is right before us?
We did not make this monstrosity,
yet we must refine it.
For ourselves, our predecessors and descendants,
we must become the mother of our planet; of our society,
Nurturing it to health and minimizing corruption.
Yet, we are most of the means of corruption.
Too stabilize this world we must feed the malnourished beings,
Feed them with knowledge; morals and individuality.
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