The Red Button

A human myself,
I would push the red button.
For having seen into man’s heart,
Brimming with evil.
Black,
Rotten.

Eliminating them now,
Preventing perhaps.
Unending sadness,
Shielding the unborn.
From humanity’s touch,
Painted with madness.

The red button,
Gleaming crimson.
Color of blood,
With great conviction,
Boldly proclaiming.
I could,
Ignite the destruction,
Of this species mutated.
The world exploding,
Melting,
Radiated,
If I push the red button.

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i love gardening and canning i also like to make homemade wine i love animals and have several i collect antique books and artwork as well as various antiques Master Gardner in the state of Florida and a writer of poetry
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Sushi
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wonderful. thanks for sharing.

Sahana
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Vigorous emotions brought out powerfully well, Great work, well done!

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