Empty Promises
all that could prove
to be
potential
shaken down
lost
tilted over
a violent quake
agonizingly slow
unto dust
a pile of rubble
the descendents
just may
beat the odds
take their chances
no
guarantees
© 2013 J.H.
This entry was posted on December 7, 2013 by Moonbeam. It was filed under NEW!, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing and was tagged with children, conservation, decendents, earth, ecology, environment, global warming, ignorance, legacy, new world, next generation, pollution, preservation.
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