by Unknown
Aug 2014 286 Views 0 comments
Destryoer 3
Mother Earth gave us this Earth to love,
To cherish,
To live on,
To adore,
To cherish,
To laugh,
And to share.
But whar do we do?
We chop trees,
Kill each other in war,
And become outlaws,
And then we call them favors.
To cherish,
To live on,
To adore,
To cherish,
To laugh,
And to share.
But whar do we do?
We chop trees,
Kill each other in war,
And become outlaws,
And then we call them favors.
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Posted: Aug 2014
About this poem:
same reason as my other poem "Destryoer II". This was the 3rd version.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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