‘SUMMER’S OVER’
The fact of the matter, is that we have spent
This beautiful Planet, of which we were lent
We’ve plundered and pillaged, every inch of it’s crust
Even the Space that surrounds it, is filled with our dust
The water, the food, the soil and the air
Have been decimated, leaving it almost bare
There’s a missing equation, in the Human race
Because obviously, we’re from some other place
Nothing that’s native, to this sacred sphere
Has been so destructive, as Man with his fear
But when we’re all gone, which will likely occur,
The Earth will replenish, and once again will be pure
(c) Mark Vincent Gray 2019
Poem, Spoken Word, Guitar & Video by Mark
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