My Poetry
Still
We can reach for the skies
and touch the stars
Visit our friends on Venus
and mars
Journey the cosmos
in the blink of an eye
Glide thru the clouds
like a knife thru' a pie
We can submerge into the oceans
and drill for black gold
And play on our computers
and never get old
We can do all these things
and oh so much more
but we still can't talk to each other
without going to war
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