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About This Poem
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
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