New World

by Tiffany E. Riccio   Aug 30, 2005


As time goes by,
everything changes.
For best and worse,
the world becomes a stranger.

The tree's still grow,
the flowers still sprout,
and technology rises
corrupting with out a doubt.

Here is the new world.
Do you like what you see?
Here is the new world.
Are we truely free?

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