School/Facility: Fall River LEAD
Teachers: Marianne Pina and Jo-Anne Charette
I wonder if like a tree, that when I age, I will fall.
I hear nature’s cries as the beasts of my jungle stumble and crawl.
I see an awful picture towards the horizon.
But I am aware of my surroundings like sonar.
I want humanity to paint different pictures through all different spectrums, so the light reflects and reality checks them.
So, yes, I am as mean as I am tall, but if you take control of my jungle, then humanity will fall.
I understand humanity is pushing Doomsday closer
But I don’t believe in the fiction of luck from a 4-leaf clover.
I have a vision, a dream that touches even the blackest of the hearts,
Ones filled with nothing but coal, and his words like a punch tear him apart.
I worry that someday we’ll title the end.
I cry these oceans but only for the wicked.
I am mean as I am tall and before me, you shall stumble and fall.
I understand that humanity is not all that perfect, but too many mistakes, a third chance you do not deserve it.
I say that life is beautiful and bright, but the air is full of toxins. There is no hope in sight.
I used to dream about goodness, but now the world lies in hatred, no image of God, only a mural of Satan.
I try to be loyal in the face of God.
I hope that eternal life is available soon to us all.
I am mean as I am honest. I am mean as I am tall. Take off thy forest and humanity will fall.