she feels,
toxic,
as we fill her with smoke,
and dust,
it couldn't breath,
as the plastic cover her rivers and sea.
she becomes dry,
as her trees go bald,
and her grass dries,
but she also weeps,
asking,
"what happened to the people,
I took care of?"
she paused and sighed,
"They've forgotten about me."
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 10:55 AM UTC
she feels,
toxic,
as we fill her with smoke,
and dust,
it couldn't breath,
as the plastic cover her rivers and sea.
she becomes dry,
as her trees go bald,
and her grass dries,
but she also weeps,
asking,
"what happened to the people,
I took care of?"
she paused and sighed,
"They've forgotten about me."
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