Saturday, December 14, 2013

Circling Around, 1972

The sun rises every day
 Somewhere on this planet,
While war goes on.

The birds sing
 Somewhere in a tree,
While pollution goes on.

The children play
 Somewhere in a street,
While this planet dies.

While, While, after While,
And the world keeps spinning around,
And around, and around,
 And Around.

Where will it end,
 My friend?

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