What Will There Be Left?

What will there be left…
When the air that we breathe slowly chokes us
What will there be left…
When the place we call home in
OUR
Hands
What will there be left…
If we as a human race, continue to be
blinded by greed
What will there be left…
If the way somebody is treated
Depends on their gender, race,
And identity
What will there be left…
If we continue to ignore those who
Are in need of help
What will there be left…
When it’s too late.

This poem makes me...
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