The Plague


new to my wandering eyes
sights that have yet to imply lies
wondrous terrain with a view so vain
lush greenery does not remain

beauty in the desert beast
it pains me so to think in terms of peace
humans were not meant to be unleashed!

trash and disaster follow in our wake
we do not think that our future is at stake
once new sights became old
we have become so bold

bringing wherever we go
an unending trail of pain and sorrow
nothing and no one can escape
humans seemingly have a never-ending cycle of good morrow

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