POEM WITH @AntisocialPhasee :3

POEM BOIIIII :3

The love of towns and cities

Of grey and black skies,

Of disorientated streets

As the sunburnt country dies.

Despite knowing our fate,

I can't help but find

We know and don't care about it,

Because we are blind.

I love an urban country

A land of expanding cities,

Of many smoothed out pavements,

Of pollution and dark alleys.

Although we love her oceans,

And her billowing, grey clouds

Destruction is overriding

The love and the cheering crowds.

We walk the streets of Sydney

Under the supermoon,

Begging for survival

They got kicked out too soon.

Their hair a tangled mess,

Where nits make their home,

With ripped and tattered clothing

As they're homeless all alone.

Although we love our country!

Her suffering has to stop,

Our selfish and greedy nature

Has pitilessly brought us to the top

But little do we know,

The small percent that care,

Are bringing us hope,

And are trying to be fair.

Cutting the nature, our home!

Our land of dying trees,

We watch them over the horizon,

And feel the smoky, polluted breeze.

Chopping for supplies,

Continuing without pity,

Even though it's not wise,

We will cut them down for our city.

A sick and dying country,

Of once green, healthy land,

We all need to help her,

And try as much as we can.

Before Earth's splendours are gone

We need to restore this land,

With every helping person,

And every helping hand.

THANKS FOR READING :3