Auto Land Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Auto Land



Auto Land

The mystery of the forest land
Revealed God's work.
The other did man's world.
The auto land whirled around me.
The smog and carbon monoxide didn't suit me.
What will God's children
Do now reverse the onslaught of the sky's
Crying everyday?

Wednesday, March 29, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: god
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