A Poem by A.R. Rose

Wreckless are these monsters ;
Destroying Earth bit by bit,
Pollution, Hatred , Heartless.
We call them the monsters , but the true monster is man.
No matter how much us protesters decline, Many man still climb the mountain of wrath.
We must try harder to find the pureness inside of our pitiless souls,
Forget about this putrid hate.
And look inside, what are you doing? 
And if you are one of these heartless people; change your ways immediately

© 2017 A.R. Rose

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Added on January 11, 2017
Last Updated on January 11, 2017


A.R. Rose
A.R. Rose

west bromwich, west midlands, United Kingdom

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