When all we have is spent
What will we have left?
Like an animal that runs through the forest
Searching for the last of its kind to go
What is left?
And after we as a nation
So strong so brave so free
As we peril under this democracy
What is left?
Like that bird that only flies at night
Searching for something
Finding something to call home
And knowing there is nothing to go home to
Even it knows that there is nothing left.
Posted in response to the challenge Climate and Our Earth - Writing .
Comments
Hope is left
or death
Well it’s 50/50
Yeah probably very much so
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