My Thoughts
I say to myself, why do you look to the sky
for a place to supply, us the means to survive
I think to myself, this planet is crowded
so we have to look high, for us to stay alive
I ask myself, why have we become to many
it seems life has been designed, for those who are greedy
I tell myself, we have to do something
for us not to be assigned, a life that is needy
Copyright © Mark Charles | Year Posted 2020
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