
It's not what you think
The green and blue was once so iconic.
The days of love and saftey too soon became chronic.
A brown hue rolled in.
Only the ones blinded by money continued to grin.
Foreknowlegde gave the blurs a clue.
But for now, the blurs with power do not believe and bid this cosmos adieu.
This poem is about:
Our world
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