Dystopia
Dystopia
A society
Big and tall
But cracks at
Its foundation
People on top
Don’t worry
About the bottom
Or that they
Are about
To topple over
The people below
Are scared
And worried
That they are
About to be
Crushed, but
They have a
Solution to the
Problem, to
Leave, but
They aren’t
Comfortable leaving
So they stay
After dust blows
In the wind
From the fall
Of the world
Written on February 14, 2020
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