Category : Poems

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Historians and teachers;
Scientists and astronomers,
They see earth in peril.
Bullets are piercing things are
Exploding;
People make fun of us and
Many are killing each other.
From millions of miles from a
War I can hear weapons
Blazing;
The ground vibrates from
Explosive landings.
The mother is dying like ours
Had done;
We won't end our mission
Until the Indigo have won.
I see a future of world peace
But it is not soon;
Plan A is fading but we have
More ways each noon.