The clouds of internet are changing,
No longer they may remain free,
gods of Google searching for ways of monetizing,
And soon others will follow through.
Isn’t that the way of life,
The haves will hog the resources,
And the havenots slowly wither.
Everything essential that nature provides free,
Soon our greed will touch and pollute,
The rich will pay to breathe and drink,
Will there be a world for the meeks to inherit?
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Author: pranabaxom
Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.
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Survival of the fittest, it always was, and it will always be.
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Ah, that’s evolution, not creation!
And the meeks shall not
Inherit the world,
While sleeps God.
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Survival of those with no boundaries, tradition, legal or moral.
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Sadly may be that’s where the world is heading.
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‘Fraid so.
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