The Poisoned Land

Yesterday another adorable child of three died form contamination...how awful was his death! The miles-long grassland roams with buffalos; from the outside, they look healthy and strong! Buffalos and cows still graze in the poisoned land filled with barrels of toxic waste from the industrial North; these criminals bury barrels ten feet underground... they should be imprisoned for as long as they live! Let them suffer: they'll see the gliding ghosts of all the beautiful children who have died; these illegal dumpings have been going on years; the one who shed light on it was an ex-convict. Today his loud cry for justice is unheard by all; feel the anger, the remorse for his wrongdoing! Can such an abused land exist in an environment that can't grow healthy fruits and vegetables? No, it bears bad crops and skeletal, leafless trees... specters of future plagues and cancerous diseases; weeping mothers hold those little angels as they slip into their eternal sleep...no cry is louder than theirs!