A day is bliss,
the night an abyss
where many see nothing but stars,
During the day we see the scars
of industry, polluting light,
Bringing forth an evil blight.
Calling to skies the rain,
Acid, making everything plain.
We should call out to god,
To stop man and his evil plot,
To bring forth a new age,
Is there anyone that brave?
It seems that now I recall,
He died, his heart has stalled.
We sit, and watch our home die,
At home, the bleak tears I cry.
Author notes
I like collaborative writing...just haven't found anyone I could do it with successfully...hope you enjoy!!!
Please tell me what you think
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I'm glad you like to colaberate with other poets. I find it great fun. This rhyme is a bit forced but it could just be me. I'll keep reading it.
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