On The Edge

• Jamila Alam, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2014

The edge of the world is a rather strange place.
If you look over the ledge you can almost see,
The last remaining race.
They prance around the land in glee.
Lucky for them they do not know
That they are not the only ones left.
As we watch them laugh and grow
We get quite crazy, as we have not slept.
For we have to watch them night and day.
To see if they muck everything up,
So that we would have a reason to make them pay.
For we would if we could, make it up.
So that they would not exist.
For they have wronged the earth,
And they will not desist.
We can only wait until they meet death.