Way Out
Spinning rock you are so free
Home to all, land and sea
Your beauty and power, a gift
Our abuse of you, causing a rift
Your winds blow and sea’s rise
Still we carry on to our demise
One day you will of had your fill
You will rage your power
We will swallow your bitter pill
Humankind will be no more
No one left to shut the door
Copyright © John Scotter | Year Posted 2019
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