The World talks about pollution But still there is no solution The world behind is so green But the fire and smoke make it grim Oh! there was a beautiful linden But the hazy smoke made it hidden
Presuming the world will end one day And there would be no body even to say The smoke was so much pernicious Which turned into distress and was serious Tis our obligation not to feel ignominy But to look forward to make the earth greeny
This smoke will make us one day motionless If we do pollution and remain being careless Let me warn you it is a slow poison Even more dangerous than the nuclear fusion!!! At night the fire became so intense That gave a scene of joy and tense
In pale moonlight it looked so grey Which was due to the burning of ******* and hay The smoke arose and arose so high That covered the stars in the sky Oh! God I wish it should go to space And save some years for the earth to face
Everyone is Requested to Forward this and Stop Pollution
Can you tell me please, Who the **** finds it a breeze To scan poems in several identities Just to minus all the Comments?
Wow;Eliot has sure sold out A work of charity give money we'll Stay free. And the phone app is coming "Who runs the site? Ah, this is where I introduce myself. Ahem, hello, my name is Eliot York. I built the site in the wee hours of many hot summer nights in 2009. Though the site has changed a lot since then, I'm still working on it part-time and it's intention is exactly the same: to create an online space for poetry that is, as much as humanly possible, 1) open to the dark 2) glowing with light, and 3) run with money but not for money. How're we doing?" Which never did and now I try to scroll and get a blank screen. Guess someone offered enough to make his work for us turn into a marketable scheme. Guess the rent went up. In the big city, York