Perish
She is our body she feeds us she sustains us from the coldness of space she gives us hope she gives us beauty. She is our beloved earth.
We, we on the other hand, we are like a virus. We give her sickness. We give her illness ,pain and suffering. We are busy killing her slowly and steady .
She is busy to perish into oblivion.
No matter what… when there is a lethal virus- the body always dies.
Copyright © Cecil Knoetze | Year Posted 2016
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