The Back Door
What’s really going on, in our back yard
we could be gone, if we don’t put up a guard
We are not focused, in seeing our future
we’re confused, about living with nature
We’re like a disease, growing like a big thunder
it’s not a breeze, to stop us, from going down under
Copyright © Mark Charles | Year Posted 2020
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