Polluting Poems - Poems about Polluting

Planet in flux…it sucks No refuge..Scrooge rules.. Stooges subterfuge deluge.. Fossil fuel fools.. Poleaxes..then relaxes… As the earth burns.. As it turns..on its axis.. *************** Us schmucks battling.... Puzzling...prattling clucks... Aloof to proof....daft defiance.. Shucks the sleuth of science.. ************** Glower at their ivory tower.. Cruise ship trip fillip.. Dour baby boomer power.. ****** Absurd herd..cans compliance Uncouth trampling truth.. Nip & tucks alliance.. Mottled rucks…throttled petro bucks... Plucks for retro reliance.. ******* Muzzling…weasel hatchets meddling... Diesel guzzling trucks.. Saluting...

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Will Putin listen? Siberia gulags glisten Hysteria seeds myopia Creeds..deeds feeds dystopia Crimea bleeds...greed cornucopia Impassioned stock shock rationed Shepherd & flock fashioned Russian roulette yet again Ukraine disdain cam-pain Vladimir fears Scurrilous sneers Mutinous jeers Career nadirs Dissident disappears Old school kidology Muscovite cruel mythology Satellite strewn astrology Fossil fuel fool geology Ideology without apology Bizarre highfalutin Tsar theology Snarling Stalin’s darling anthology...

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Pollution is humanities Unfortunate legacy Polluting on the land As well as the air and sea Pollution defines Humanities lust for greed Even though we possess Alternative green energy Even though we have Discovered new technologies Still we define our legacy As polluting greedy beings Do we lack the understanding And the knowledge To see clear Do we not understand We are the greatest threat To our own extinction fears....

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STOP POLLUTING A KYRIELLE HYMN ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Heed climate warming it's for real! Not all life can adapt, symbiotic pairs will, yes keel, sadly becoming fact! Stop polluting, recycle, please! Time is running out we must act, help nature right our wrongs! Simple things like recycle that, sweet smelling or it pongs Stop polluting, recycle, please! Mother nature still begging help. Seasons fickle, forlorn. Yes, she can see us suffer, yelp! Begging is...

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Black smoke in the past pollute the sky Now radio electrical waves the why Addicts of energy habit of use Electronic devices quite the abuse And now to post the poem wi-fi...

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yes, the hands may very well start clean & yes, there might very well be an honest heart in the chest of the body which extends the hands & yes, there might be a brain with ideas that would shock the world into a new century of positive change inside the head atop the heart & the extending hands & yes, we may listen with an...

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