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Poetry By: Camisado92

What are we doing to our Earth?

Submitted:May 8, 2007    Reads: 200    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   


We stand outside to await our newest creation.
Little do we know, this new thing is our demise.
For our unknown death, we are in celebration,
Only because it's bigger in size.

We pollute the air with toxic fumes,
And other things to kill us bit by bit.
But our passing, no one assumes,
We are building a death kit.

The suicide bombers of our class,
Are carrying us to an early grave.
We are the bombs waiting to pass.
So who is it now to save?

As we wait for the new shopping mall,
I wonder, victims, aren't we all?

All the toxins come in
As I take a breath,
I wonder where they've been
And think about my......



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