Quake Poem by Tango

Quake



Man is nothing but a speck of dust,
Upon this planet earth.
He builds his castles out of sand, and stone,
then boasts about their size, and worth.
But then nature being cantankerous, as she is,
just gives herself a little shake,
so everything that man has built,
Just collapses in her Quake.

Tango.

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