Livingston Ravi


Go Green


We yell go green go green,
well yet we still kill green.
we know about go green,
well yet we kill green.

we know resources are many,
well yet we stick to only.
we know technology as many,
well yet we stick to only.

we travel with an mission,
well yet with an emission.
we know about carbon free,
well yet engines emits carbon.

we know to invest on green,
well yet we invest on carbon.
we know green technologies,
well yet we use liquid gold.

we know about dead line,
well yet we don't think,
we are near last days,
well yet we kill green.

we know global warming,
well yet we warm our globe.
we want our earth to be green,
well yet we emit greenhouse gas.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, May 25, 2011

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