a world goes round
gravitational forces
make the world go round
geometrically perfect
and mathematically sound
innocently conceived
of violent explosions
woe are the children
born into a whirlwind
of poverty and starvation
whose land neither spins
nor revolves with beauty
or compassion or truth
sad is the soldier
dying in a battlefield
dark clouds circling above
the beauty of the world
just a passing idea
taught in a classroom
man and his machines
compete for dominance
racing across the skies
and testing mother nature
with all the tangible wealth
this blue jewel can muster
august two thousand twelve
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Love this new poem!
thank you lola :`)