An Interlude

What death has become me?

Concrete depths towards nothing.

Consuming the delicious earth

hallowed out by passege ways of metal

and fire.

Electricity

Dirt

and 

Trash.

There I said it,

Trash.

Disgusting waste of resources and

lazy lust.

 

You're probably confused.

 

The moment you are born you are

forced to feed into all of society's

demands.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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