Waste Of Time Poem by Dorsey Baker
Waste Of Time
Everybody is walking around
looking at the damage
everything and everybody
is in chaos
you smell the smoke
and the bodies dead
its another bloodbath
its another
evil and deadly attack
the clouds hang dwon
and a heavy rain falls
the clock has stopped running
the hands have stopped moving
our ears are flooded with sound
and our eyes start to burn
its the aftermath
of destruction!
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