We Are

by Bodhi Dwyer aged 11

We are the smoke that clouds the sky.
We are the blade about to end your life.
We are the ones who wrote the end.
We are the predators with an unending hunger.
We are the weeds in a perfect road.
We are the virus plunging the world into chaos.
We are the wrong unable to be made right.

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