Reality From Above
Five miles high
Six hundred miles an
hour
Looking down
Through broken
Houses, yards and
pools
Roads that go everywhere
And go nowhere at the
same time
There are things
missing
There are no people
No whites, blacks,
reds, yellows or browns
No Christians, no Jews,
no Muslims
There is no one
No borders
No countries
No governments
No one to love
No one to hate
There is just a planet
A thin atmosphere
And green life
everywhere to be seen
When did man, a
bacteria living free change everything
Maybe man should leave
this paradise
Either voluntarily or
killed off man has to go
Let this beautiful
planet live without us
Without war and death
Without the hatred of
created gods
Without us
That this the only way
there will be peace
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