The Girl Named Earth

There once was a girl

Who had a war going on inside her.

This war was a just a quarrel

Between all nations to see who was best.

 

The sad girl was getting too frail and sick

From the fumes and explosions of the war

With the holes so deep and the fumes so thick

She will never ever get better

 

In the end, to her, it will not matter

which nation will forever stay the best

She gets to decide who must scatter

And those who get to stay where they are now.

 

She will be the winner forever more

And will never host another war.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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