the dusty lion
the dusty lion lifts his head as violent death comes rushing in.
devastation threw out the land .
the trees all gone they sway no more.
the plants the shrubs the flowers all dead.
they,ve ceased to exist in this derelict land.
all the animals left to rot
death and decay is all that remains
except the smog the chemicals
which are man made.
we,ve created the reaper then we went away
written by Alexis cooper
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