No More Daffodils
I can't write about daffodils, trees or woods.
They've all been destroyed for the greater good.
For roads and houses for our vile human race.
It breaks my heart to see such waste.
I used to wander through fields of green and gold.
Now instead I walk through streets barren and cold.
One day soon all beauty will disappear.
And I can only hope that when that day comes I will no longer be here.
Copyright © Daniel Corcoran | Year Posted 2009
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