Untouched lands

We find a way of mending the things we cannot take.
We find a way to shelter when things all seem to break.
We find a comfort in peaceful hands.
We find a glory in untouched lands.

But the beauty of innocence now lies bare.
Human kind just don't seem to care.
Pollution and smog, day to day life.
Earth has just begun it's painful strife.

Peaceful hands are burning red.
Untouched lands have all gone dead.
There's no comfort in burning hands.
You're all alone in this waste of lands.




Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-01-29 at 01:24

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Kat
Truly a pity. Very well written indeed.
2006-01-30


Zoya Zaidi
Red hands soaked in blood,
Of your fellow men,
Yellow flames of greed,
Scorch away the green,
Pillage of innocent lives,
On highways & drives...

what a lovely breaking-of-silence
by you DAY!
((((HUGS))))
love,xxx, Zoya
2006-01-29