Man can be healed,
And so can the land,
But if u don't care u can poison yourself,
Through the land,
And pollution smiles profitable grins,
Die selling diesel,
Oily grandchildren,
Smell of benzene hugs,
And Mercury kisses,
Pumped from secret pipes,
With no identity only dollar signs,
And bar codes
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Author:
Blue Dental Squirrel (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 7th, 2018 22:26
- Comment from author about the poem: U decide if we are marching to extinction
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