JulikaMarika
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I arrived here
in a messed up world
Sun is shining all day
Droughts since years
No rain falls
creates no hope mainly fears
It hurts here
deep within the ground
pieces broken apart
the heartest near
we drown
our death that seems to be
that sound
I am home
home for dying forests
for suffocating animals
for selfish humans
All I have shaped
waste for rest
destroyed by them
for building their nests
releasing some gases
to blame another one
Am I home?
Home
where everything disappeared
only the abyss of dead remains
any hope any happiness at least?