My Dear Friend
If Death needs a friend,
I guess he is
lonely too.
Everyone flees
when he's
out
on duty.
Yet,
no one notice
the pollution out of the plumps,
creating cancers;
forest giving way for new cities,
destroying the balance;
the slaughter around the globe,
millions suffering.
Dear Death,
I feel for you.
You're just clearing up the mess that was created
by the monster.
A man that is doing his job faithfully.
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