End of the Spin

The world today
Stopped in mid-spin
Fed up with the shape 
That man's put her in

Gone on too long
With his selfishness 
Putting a stop to it all
The world thinks is best

From the building up
To the tearing down
The ever persistent
Obnoxious sounds

With no peace at all
In cities or towns
Over hill over dale
In leaps and bounds 

From the arguments
That always ensue 
The world's had enough
Of me and you

The blue of the streams
Now brown and green
When the world tries to breathe 
It comes out a sneeze 

Which creates havoc 
Throughout the land
From earthquakes to tornadoes 
North, South, East, and West

That's why the world today
Stopped in mid-spin 
Putting all of this nonsense 
To a bitter end

Now all the world does
Is float out in space
Peaceful and relaxing 
Without the human race
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Raynes Avatar
December 18, 2017 at 8:24 PM
hahaha, great write Mike, stopped.. just like that, fair enough
Thomas Avatar
December 18, 2017 at 1:08 PM
This is beautiful in it's truth. We have devastated our gift. Thank you Mike
Pigeon Tart Avatar
December 18, 2017 at 9:19 AM
I do so appreciate this piece Mike. The globe may not stop spinning but I fear the major oceanic currents that create our global weather patterns will...
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