Humankind
Here I go again,meandering thoughts.
That makes me drained,
no real time to explain
Nighttime has,
Come around again.
Beetles and birds
Are in their beds
The rain has washed,
The world tonight.
Here's hoping humankind,
will treat it right.
It feels to me to be a sin
When they don't realise
The fragility of the world
That we all live in
It gives us joys,
We give it sorrow.
Why not drop the bombs,
That way we can live our days,
Not worrying about tomorrow's.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Written on 2026-09-15 at 00:21
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