The Corrupted Men

• Brendyn Stevens, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2020

The sky is blue,
The sea is clear,
The wind whistling for all too hear,
Sun is blaring like a flare,
This beautiful world open to share,
But when the evil men came,
The world in distress, Because of the corrupted.
The world was destroyed, the animals lay lifeless once again,
But does what was once beautiful still remain priceless?