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Oh the silver ships on plastic oceans , Marshmello clouds above garbage tips . and the smell of acrid sewage pouring into rivers deep in slime and filth . A  can of tin lies abandoned in the road , Cars with petrol heads , Children lying in their mothers beds , Wheeze as plumes of smog rise above their heads . Mattresses dumped on public land , a mother to tired to think , Worn out by screaming child who just needs a ***** or a drink ? And on we go round and round on a merry go round , While the earth looks weary on. And aliens surround us with their knives and mobile phones , to scared to walk , talk , just run . The hospitals await them still full to the brim with gun law and hate . And on we go , to Whales washed up on beaches   Polar bears drift on sheets of ice, burning oil fills the sea , man lights a cigarette in silence , and yes it still bothers me . Even so , the  earth looks  on in silence . Turtles and fish eat and die from plastic that swells the Ocean deep . ,Now silence and weeping as floods and bugs enter our summer and winter . No frost to chill the dawn , summer with its beaches full of idol sun lovers who left bags and cans now where have they gone ? Not to the sea , for it is empty , not to buy for the shops have all closed . To their beds they lay dying , as the earth looks ever on . Then with candy floss dreams , and fair ground rides stop and sick and ***** we fall , One baby , One gift was born to save us all .
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Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 10:19 AM UTC
Mother Earth .
Oh the silver ships on plastic oceans , Marshmello clouds above garbage tips . and the smell of acrid sewage pouring into rivers deep in slime and filth . A  can of tin lies abandoned in the road , Cars with petrol heads , Children lying in their mothers beds , Wheeze as plumes of smog rise above their heads . Mattresses dumped on public land , a mother to tired to think , Worn out by screaming child who just needs a ***** or a drink ? And on we go round and round on a merry go round , While the earth looks weary on. And aliens surround us with their knives and mobile phones , to scared to walk , talk , just run . The hospitals await them still full to the brim with gun law and hate . And on we go , to Whales washed up on beaches   Polar bears drift on sheets of ice, burning oil fills the sea , man lights a cigarette in silence , and yes it still bothers me . Even so , the  earth looks  on in silence . Turtles and fish eat and die from plastic that swells the Ocean deep . ,Now silence and weeping as floods and bugs enter our summer and winter . No frost to chill the dawn , summer with its beaches full of idol sun lovers who left bags and cans now where have they gone ? Not to the sea , for it is empty , not to buy for the shops have all closed . To their beds they lay dying , as the earth looks ever on . Then with candy floss dreams , and fair ground rides stop and sick and ***** we fall , One baby , One gift was born to save us all .
Travellerintime
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Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 10:19 AM UTC
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