The period goes on
Changed the night in the morning
That was born more and more
The little ones grow up
The mature to the old
The old one goes to die
But dead does not have to be old
Many young people die first
Or who has not been born many in the abortion
The world is getting worse
Progress is becoming more sensitive
Human semankin alpa
His heart was getting blind
Empathy becomes king
Wealth becomes a crown
And what to look for
Because death keeps scouting
Lurking with the ongoing time
Poetry poetry for me personally, this poem became my 84th poem in the 100-day challenge of poetry organized by 