The Memory Box

3. The World

The World

        Anonymous

Pollution. Every day I go outside my house, all I see is pollution. Nothing but pollution. Pollution, pollution, pollution. Can’t anything change?

          Every time I use the car, I think about the gas that’s polluting the air we breathe. When I walk around or look outside my car window, I see piles of garbage on the floor, in the nearby rivers, sometimes even on the rooftops of the houses we pass by.

          I’ve seen some people cleaning the sidewalks, but more people keep throwing twice as much trash that was already there. Sometimes I can see the smoke coming from factories from far away. The smoke was pure black.

          I actually feel disappointed in myself too, because all of us have polluted our wonderful planet. You have to admit. The waters have been contaminated because workers and people throw chemicals in the water, cars have been polluting the street air, people keep throwing trash down to the floor even though the nearest trashcan is right beside them, and I can’t see the beautiful stars at night because of human light pollution. Trees. Trees have also have been cut down even more frequently because people refuse to reuse paper.

          I wish all of it would just stop now. 

A/N  The author of this is my good friend