Smell

A rotten sickly smell
What it is I can not tell
It sickens me to the soul
To smell this foul bowl
What is it I wonder
That has been torn asunder
Then under current hits me
Anger, murder greed, heavily
Lace that foul smell
It is us that I smell
Rotting in this man made hell
Always wanting more
Never satisfied even after we settle the score
The heart we have lost
Can we afford the cost
Can we go back to what was
Or live life just because
Can we cure our ills
Can we pay the pipers bills
Can we afford what we’ve become
Running amok destroying everything under the sun
Can we go back to the way
It used to be on some far off day
Will we be here still
Or to survive will us the planet kill
These things I know not
For it is in a past we have forgot

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