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Poetry: A shoulder to cry on

by Zorlone

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Angels grieve whenever you shed your tears,

Your body is shaking and trembling, dear.

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Do you still have a shoulder to cry on?

A gentle ear to uphold their reasons.

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Your scathed beauty is a product of greed,

to achieve progress, you gladly concede.

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Your sustenance given generously,

left you broken, tired, and oh, so sickly.

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These nations panicked when you were afraid

no words depicted these trails in a faze.

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Oceans are smothered and skies are tainted.

Your forests and farms have now been flattened.

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Traded for wealth, power and advancement,

species extinct, with our choices, flagrant.

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Longed for the touch of a birth impeded,

the earth cried out, humanity listened.

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This coming dawn convey support and trust.

Healing you now with conviction and just.

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Your tears remind us of promises made,

that Mother earth may somehow, still be saved.

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