The air around this nation
Is bitter and sad
It is fowl and dirty
And too many people are mad
Most ignoring the real issues
While others are grabbing tissues
Out of control
And taking its absolute toll
Destroyed from within
Then pushing outwards
Such much suffering here
On our very own land
Too busy aiding areas
That are not ours
Ears too closed to listen
Blinded by selfish ambition
Can we ever come full circle
Or would it require that
We would have to reshape
The human condition


Where writing comes alive

Writings By MCM



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