The Suffering
I suffer for you.
I suffer for me.
I suffer for the way
life used to be.
I suffer for women with babies
who'll feel the pain
of not being able
to feed them again.
I suffer for young lovers
who'll never know why
their dreams and schemes
had to die.
For the animals
and fish of the sea
who were depending on you and me
I suffer.
And the rich will suffer too
like me and you
but all their money
won’t pay their just dues.
Heat will get hotter.
Rivers will flood
and wind will destroy flowers
in their bud.
And those who survive
will suffer the most
remembering loved ones
who were burned like toast.
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: 12/5/2018
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Copyright © Carole Duet | Year Posted 2018
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