It doesn't matter who,it's my generation.

It doesn't matter who,it's my generation.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

What the world
needs now is
a spring clean
of Mother's cupboard.
The man of his generation
had to pass on....
so the next man 
of his generation
could repair the damage
laid out before him
or face the inevitable truth
that man was heading
to self annihilation.
Damage permitting
the animals and plants
may or will rejoice.
The end.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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no man left on earth....
the animals party.

Posted 5 Years Ago



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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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