Losing Touch

As I look around the world in view

I see trouble and turmoil and nothing new

A trouble we gave to ourselves as a gift

Now trouble seems a burdon to lift

Our hands so full theres room for nothing else

The things that should mean most are dusty, on a shelf

No one seems to look beyond their own fence

If we all looked further it might start to make sense

Our world around us is crumbling down

The most response you might get is a partial frown

But we have chose this path and left everything to chance

All we have done is left our children in a vulnerable stance

I wish we could correct what we have done wrong

But Earth is already headed for a last violent song

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