Cry

This poem tells about how the human race is destroying the earth, and the unavoidable end of life if we don't stop.
Cries of the innocents,
Cries of the Gods,
Man’s power over the Earth,
Will never stop

War, like death,
Is Eternal.
For war to end,
So should men.

For life to continue,
We have to end.
For pureness to survive,
We have to be cleansed.

It is free,
It is the cure,
Nature in itself
Alone and pure

So heed the warning,
Stop now,
Drop on your knees
And bow.

By Sin Jace Ramos
Published: 5/11/2006 		Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
 
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