The Dead Game by Susanne Leist
Sunday, March 26, 2017
THE FUTURE
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What may the future hold?
A life bleak and so cold.
Buildings of concrete and stone.
Leafless trees of green foam.
Sunlight only a reflection.
Lighted sabers for protection.
A future hard to bear.
A future all too near.
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