The trees choke
On poisoned air,
Our air
Plants heave
Laboured coughs
On smoky fumes,
Our pollution
The skies darken
Blue smearing
From rainbows to gray
Dark gray,
Our carbon dioxide
Animals retch and reach out
A flipper, paw, fin, wing, talon
But we refuse to save
Even those we love from those
Choking plastic bags,
Our waste
And finally we choke ourselves
On dead mutations' meat
Inhale ashes of our victim's
Eyes blank, to the stormy skies
Gaze looking to the future
Of pollution
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Tears Of The Rose
PoetryA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...
