The Finishing Line

by | Apr 30, 2009 | Poetry | 0 comments

There’s a rampant disease WE bred.
WE sowed the seed, harvested the disease
and nurtured the greed.
God made US a gift of this land
and by our own hand
WE will destroy it.

In the end, there will be a race
who can press the button first.
There will be no applause.
No ‘winner’.
We’ll ALL lose, cease to be
Both You
AND Me!

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