6/26/2025 for The World Is Bleeding Poetry Contest sponsored by Sara Jama
The earth, the population's burden's beast - we take its flesh, its skin, and blood and bones. We fight for its spoils. Terror is unleashed. We have graduated from throwing stones - mankind, once a hope, soon to be deceased. Can you hear the hot, fevered beast's last moans? Beneath our planet's provident blue sky, we'll kill ourselves before the beast can die.
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