Sweep it Away
This filthy mess,
A horrible, decrepit slovenly disgrace.
Lonely people dying,
Frail people crying.
Happy, sad, lost, found,
All of us are dying.
From birth it goes,
Just a matter of time.
Waiting, hoping, praying¸ slaying,
Craving better getting worse.
And for what ?
Give me a huge brush,
A world size broom.
And let me sweep it away.
Out with the old,
Discard what serves us not,
And clean out the trash,
Make room for something new…..
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