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
beautifully;
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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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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