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I Would Cry Too


Privet Baba, I miss you

And the long conversations we had

About nature, the universe

All of its good and the bad

 

If you were still alive

I’d ask you about rain

And tell you about this adventure I had

That is really insane

 

I sat by my window, gazing out at the rain

Admiring the beauty of nature’s natural terrain

 

I simply didn’t understand why others thought rain was bad weather

And stayed indoors waiting for the forecast to get “better”

 

I, for one, prefer walking outside

Trying to discover, why the Earth needs to cry

 

I think all would agree, our planet’s a phenomenal place

Filled with laughter, and joy, and thriving and grace

 

So I walked along the sidewalk, with my question in mind

Deciding to take a walk and see what I find

 

By the playground I saw the kids from my grade

With cute little green raincoats; in the puddles they played

 

I looked past the park, wondering how they didn’t see

That there’s a huge field with a sign: “CEMETERY”

 

I skipped towards a girl who stood there and cried

Explaining to me, that her parents had died

 

I took a step back and felt extremely bad

I couldn’t imagine a world without my mom or dad

 

Then I looked around the field, and saw many others

Who had probably also lost someone, a friend, a brother

 

I asked the poor girl, why they were dead

“They were shot” she states, her voice filled with dread

 

As I continued to walk, a slow depressing pace

I realized that wasn’t the only time a murder took place

 

There’s also kidnapping, drunk driving, rape, and shootings

child abuse, lying, forgery, and lootings


 

All of these crimes that I had begun to discover

made me see, people weren’t angels; the thought made me shudder

 

No, the world’s not all bad, but we must learn how to love

Even our home was forced to send us signs from above

 

I realize now, that Earth’s mistreated and abused

If I was the Earth, I would cry too

 
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