Agitation trembles in my

Body as I score these words;

Confined comfortably while I

Dream and others wander,

Existing in this poor, fragile,

Forsaking world.


god weeps greatly with

Heaviness, glaring at the

Immoral changes; injustice

Joking around earth, like

Kids kicking the poor, fragile

Limping world.


Myself/everyone floods the

Never ending rising oceans;

Ozone is scorched and

Poor Polar can’t stand the

Quenching heat, like the poor, fragile

Ravenous world.


Strife continues and

Tedious individuals

Unite to save. No matter,

Very few others are motivated,

Willpower drowned and cremated- the poor, fragile

X-terminated world.


Yearning for life but forgotten god: equals



© Clare Abbott (2009)


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