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This Place We Once Called Home
Barren, desolate, this place we once called home It's where so many wonders lived, and so many roamed But all it takes is some, to determine their madly thoughts Invitingly we enter their world, where us innocent are caught How brave of them they are, to think of who they've become Abusing man made creations, the continuation of their gun How ignorant they must be, surely they have family and friends But they buck the trend of life, purely driven round their bend What could have gone through their thoughts, once the button was pressed Were there flashbacks back to their past, were they even stressed Did they ever imagine, skin melting from skeletal shapes Where once stood a person, a dusting shadow the wind now takes Landmarks in their city of life, flattened in crumbled dust lie For once the button was pressed, you would barely hear a cry Rivers, lakes and streams, became steam filled released pressure cookers Yet the decision to press the button, in depths hidden were the lookers We are now barren and desolate, this place we once called home There is no point in looking, no one can be found, even with a fine toothed comb http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-20.php
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