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Our planet such a busy place
What to make of our human race

And weather so crazy with all its antics
Leaving many often in such a panic

There is little peace to be found
Wars, hate, killings, terror abound

Earthquakes, tornadoes, and hurricanes
Flooding, land slides, and torrential rains

Satellites constantly circling our blue orb
Transmitting more than we can ever absorb

Overwhelmed are we all with constant repeated news
Some fabricated to deceive which doesn't amuse

We find ourselves in heaps of useless debris
No wonder that so many cannot agree

It is our plea that all remain ever free
Yet united even when we disagree

Bernard Gieske, August 15, 2017

By Bengieske

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