Monster
Once, there was a monster
Pretending he was a wonder
No body could reach him
for he was in his ivory tower
full of pride and power
He kept growing
And growing
Growing
Till blowing
Up
They say ‘what goes around comes around’
Yet for this, he had no mind
‘ The world is mine’ he said
He built mines
And mines
For others
The poor kinds
‘Enough’ they said
‘We are weary’
‘Life is blurry and scary’
‘Nope’ he said
‘I need to grow’
‘I must blow
up’
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