Song Pollution Poems

"A music group has transformed the words of this poem into a heartfelt song, it's recorded in the audio sound"

One of the radical conditions for...

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Mother Nature swelled with pride
    The Ozone dropped to its knees and cried
  Seen yesterday as forever elusive
   ...

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Don't take as song, what the media cackles.
They're just bull horned harlots for politicians. 
Who'd sell your marrow to the lowest bidder-
They lust for our...

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Come to me..
And I will quench.
Umbrella free..
And I will drench. 

Fill your rivers..
Every one.
Morning grass..
I rest upon. 

Cut the rock
In Canyon Grand.
Cool you as
Your skin...

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RE:  Shell’s ‘seismic survey' on the Wild Coast

A voice for the sentient creatures of the ocean:
It is hoped that the following poem will reach...

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A god mended in string and wired corsets, armature. 
The blackened police the striders in the dark… 
a crippled plaything, 
a hymn of the tourniquet...

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In London dawn.even the fog,protects itself from  wintry weather ...              ...

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one year later
we're still wearing 
political rags on our faces
to much money to be made
so we play in their play 

nobody was smiling anyhow

the eyes...

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Impeachment Now Moves to the Senate
By Franklin Price
12/19/2019

Impeachment now moves to the Senate
Nancy wants to come along
To control the people in it
Have them sing the...

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Burn
by Michael R. Burch

for Trump

Sunbathe,
ozone baby,
till your parched skin cracks
in the white-hot flash
of radiation.

Incantation
from your pale parched lips
shall not avail;
you made this hell.
Now burn.

Keywords/Tags: burn,...

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Invictus 

The stories that shows the resilient spirit,
against all odds and rationally is empiric.
It is not where the hero is seeking attention,
it’s the nameless person...

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Invictus 

The stories that shows the resilient spirit,
against all odds and rationally is empiric.
It is not where the hero is seeking attention,
it’s the nameless person...

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 During the industrial revolution,
Poe’s raven spoke with elocution;
“Nevermore”, now we’ve a solution,
just you wait for distribution.

We’ve invented great machines,
clicker-clankers, sure to please,
With cogs and...

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Noise, Noise, Noise
That’s all I ever hear
It’s getting so loud and intrusive, that I begin to fear
How much more noise can my ears take
As I...

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By dusk, in a city of rich desert
I started a joke to my dear Nana;
On her deep country poetic voice and heart;
On her oral peace...

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