Pollution, pollution
Is there no solution
We all breathe it in
With so little dilution
Ozone holes poking
Chimneys keep smoking
The youngest of children
Are coughing and choking
Hope needs a ray
Please show us the way
To stop the polluters
By making them pay
Endless dumped waste
Got rid of in haste
Polluting the earth
In our food we can taste
The rubbish we eat
In our veg’s and meat
Transferring the rot
That our bodies can’t beat
There’s no point in pretending
Hear this message I’m sending
Before it’s too late
This pollution needs ending
© 2008 David Threadgold
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