What’s left.

What’s left.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

In a world full
of corruption,
greed, murder,
rape, violence,
cruelty, the extinction
of fauna and flora,
and the destruction
of all things created
it’s ironic that
the only kind left
is mankind,
and what living
thing would want
to live with that.

© 2021 andrew mitchell

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Added on October 14, 2021
Last Updated on October 14, 2021


andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia

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