Title: Peace and rich
by Asta from London | in writing, poetry
Peace, pollution has been put at hold,
The green grass rising to the top of its strength,
Bikes pedalling at a smooth pace,
The clock is ticking, slow and every second there's no child dieing,
Wealth is not sin anymore because that is what we have inside our hearts as we spread The glow from every step with justice.
Minority isn't being a failure but having it all and being vain is just sad.
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