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 Sorrows of Humanity

by Kashyap NP (GC# 25153) 7th Grade

Humans, creatures that deceive,

Creatures that trick and cheat. 

Creatures who kill for power

Will do anything to achieve their feat.


Humans, creatures that capitalise,

They will exploit nature for gain. 

Creatures that fight wars 

and make blood rain.  


Humans that hunt for joy,

A species nature finds hard to cope with. 

I'm telling you, we need change; 

Otherwise, there is no hope.




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