destruction

destruction

A Poem by peter Duggan
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The way our planet gets mucked up by the greedy ones

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Destruction.

 

The silent sound of a falling tree

The oil that chokes, the dying sea.

They push our planet to it’s ruin.

Those foolish powers what be they doing?

A tree it falls to a sorry end.

My mystic tree, my dearest friend.

Oh, how I loath the things they do

They’re taking life from me and you.

 

As men get rich with worthless things

Through the corruption that greed does bring.

They spill their slime each where they go

As in their wake destruction grows.

With seas a dying, choked of life

As grey green slime, be causing strife.

Sea creatures cry, and scream with fear

As the planet dies but greed won’t hear.

 

The ozone layer be growing sick

As populations they grow so thick.

The green folk try to combat greed

But their advice those powers don’t heed.

This thing weighs heavy in the air.

The tower crumbles but they don’t care.

This Planet dies that I love so well

As mankind paves it’s way to hell


© 2018 peter Duggan


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Added on September 25, 2018
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