Black Sheep



you'd think there would be sympathy,
and a world of inability,
yet we're cast into infinity,
without a trace of empathy,
kids hide under a canopy,
of mother natures vanity,
they don't see inhumanity,
it drives us to insanity,
industrial activity,
that leads to infertility,
a lack of sensitivity,
the black sheep of the galaxy.


By N. Frogley, England



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