The tree stands tall,
The leaves an acid, disgusting, green
The trunk a rotting, putrid brown.
The trees were once something to smile at,
In a time forgotten long ago,
When the world was still shades of rainbow.
shades
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not just a screen
There’s war in Europe,
but this time the US has stopped selling guns,
Not to join in or contain the spread,
But to talk with the invaders,
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writing makes it real
I sat down to write a poem about politics,
About how our country is tearing itself apart,
About how we’ve tried to glue pieces back together,
About how somehow it’s already been a year.
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to procrastinate past a deadline
Everyone is booing,
Hi, how are you failing?
At everything you do.
Are you absolutely insane,
Why are you just constantly not doing your work?
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