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Mother Earth

Oh man what are you doing?
To our lovely Mother Earth
Polluting her streams and rivers
Giving green technology a wide berth

Spraying our crops with cancer causing
Chemicals to make them grow
Then we turn around and say
We must find a cure don’t you know

Then we must eat organic
I tell you there’s no such thing
Because our rain is full of toxins
That to the Earth doth bring

Our lush green grass is watered
By this chemical cocktail
Our animals they then eat it
And are contaminated head to tail

It’s too late now for organic
The damage it is done
The Ozone is depleted
Leaving us vulnerable to the Sun

But we must try to stall it
This path to certain death
And take care of our Planet
Our lovely Mother Earth
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Bauer Avatar
May 9, 2014 at 8:33 PM
there's so much truth in this poem, robert, but i guess we have to just keep on trying...
Lyle Avatar
May 10, 2014 at 4:20 AM
Thank you Ilene for popping by yes we have to keep doing our bit to stall the damage we each have a part to play in our planets welfare.
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