Literature
Old Poem 5
There are two meanings for everything,
One is common, everyday,
But the other is always hidden,
Is the deceit of any truth,
What are you hiding brother?
Our trust is evaporating with the ozone,
But unlike that ozone,
The truth is gone forever.
It must be forged anew,
With hope we must sew,
The broken seams.
We wonder why we can't let go of our prejudices,
But it's plain to me,
Let's save the ozone,
Lets save this, our huge family.