There is barely hope left for this wretched world
Our deepest desires and darkest doors remain closed and untold
With poetry as the only true salvation to humankind
But it is the money that occupies the mind
So much greed and sorrow has taken over us all
The poor wanting the rich to fall and the rich wanting the poor to crawl
Yet the world's nature fights not back
Because even though we are all humans, humanity is at lack
We behave ourselves more like beasts on tar
But perhaps that is what we actually are
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Sorry for not updating in a while, exams are coming up. This was just something that popped into my mind during English
- Dominic
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Poezja[COMPLETED] These are all my own original poems that I have written. You will often find a small message on the last part of the poem where I explain some things about the poem These aren't just lovey dovey sad poems, there is a large variety of poe...
