Beauty. Falling, Crashing, Burning.

Posted April 26, 2009

The world falling into pieces,

The people gather scared for earth,

Broken in all these places,

Trying to think of ways for rebirth.

Belief in god no longer a choice,

The grass fades to sudden grey,

One's scream is no longer a voice,

The green in nature does not want to stay.

The crowds roar,

People break out in a riot,

This has become war,

But now all is silent.

Pollution is nothing we lack,

This effect we made on earth will forever linger on my back.