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Juan Colon Poem
I hear you cant breathe,
pollution and smog,
i read your in desperate need,
of the help we truly dodge;
i feel your shield is leaving,
the sun will burn us soon,
leaving us earth less,
we are facing a silent doom,
i see your extremity,
weather changing by sunrise,
earthquakes,volcano's& rising tides;
i see your not well;
earth what is it i see?
i hear you can breathe
no trees,oxygen thick in a fog
i leave this letter with wishes
or the merciful help from GOD.
Copyright © Juan Colon | Year Posted 2006
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