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POLLUTION

POLLUTION

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Pollution is a curse to mankind,

A curse of a terrible kind,

Caused by man’s own greedy mind,

By the folly, to which he is blind!


It busts our eardrums,

Shatters our senses,

It’s blight!

It brings us into a terrible condition,

Ours is a pitiful plight, caused by man’s excessive ambition.


Pollution is a terrible thing,

Only problems do it bring,

The song of misery does it sing,

Man’s death bell does it ring.


It’ll make our paradise into a putrid hell,

All our miseries do it reveal,

In all its facets, does it, compel us

To live in, virtual hell.


It poisons the water, and the air,

Yet we don’t ever seem to care,

We don’t realize,

We haven’t even seen this monster,

Come out of its dark, dirty lair.


Our lives it does take,

Brings only death in its wake,

Poisons,

Humanity’s pristine lake!


It poisons our lifeblood.

The noise continues to blare,

Filling with sooth, smoke, and dust,

The lives of anyone who wants to dare.

It is what man has built,

With it, a man will kill,

His own generation and the next-

Genocide of humanity to the hilt!


We haven’t yet begun to give it a thought,

But look around and see,

Oh! How blind humanity can be.

Look at the destruction, it’s wrought,

Look, to what a condition; us, it has brought.


Yet ignorant and oblivious, as we are,

We know not about this danger.

Pollution will kill us –

We couldn’t think of anything stronger!


It seems to us to be arcane,

But pollution will be our bane,

Nature will use it as a cane,

Give back to us, all that we have made disdain.


But anyone who is sane can see,

That the blue sky‘s not what it used to be,

That the water is no longer that pure,

And indeed this is as much as the earth can endure.


If we don’t get back,

On the right track,

Then you may be sure,

To see man’s nebulous future,

Become like the polluted skies –black!


We are living in a polluted virtual hell,

Waiting to hear heavens glorious,

And a pure ringing golden bell,

The only sound that will echo in our ears,

Will be deaths groins, putting an end to our fears!


We better do something fast,

Or the human race won’t last.

Pollution will kill us all,

This monster that we have created,

Will become, the cause of our own downfall!


And there is also a pollution of a different kind,

One that troubles the body less; but affects more the mind!

Perhaps, it will make you look within;

Introspect, and ‘the inner God find’.



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