Poem 10

The world we love
Cries out in pain
As we posion her slow
And burn her down
But do we care
No for all we need
Is  money and gold
One day however
She will have enough
Ash will fly
And our skin will melt
And she will chuckle
Luagh and grin
As she watches us
Fleas and ticks
Burn and die form
Are own downfall