Sweet Home My Earth
In a bang we scatter
Drawn together in force
Banged by a friend flying by
Though not far away but leaving us
Brought us a gift it still control
Looks back at me with disdain
Due to no fault of mine
Spoiled by those I have housed
May be late to turn the tide
They and I will path our ways
Did not have to be this way
The future is not for me to see.
~Joseph Edigin
