The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Our Earth

In the beginning the earth began
But now it just can’t stand
The weight of the world
And why the people never understand

The trash and the junk that hearts my body
Says the world to me
Why can’t these people see
See what they are doing to me 

The dirt yells in pain 
Why do they dig me up and put a black rock on me
Do they know how it hurts

But no one knows
How the trees, dirt, or earth feels
It yelps in pain to deaf ears
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide
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