The road
What is there left to say, but that we have finished the road
We have ruined everything
We the people are not long for this world
It is but a guess to our time of expiration
A human scape is not worth living in
Go where you will
I'll see you in the darkness of the spaceship that is fleeing earth.
Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
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