Pollution Poem by wajdy abu ghararah

Pollution



Tell me the truth
Do we sleep right
Do we breath straight
Do we eat food white
Do forests growing wide
Face the battle fight
Pollution is coming tight
Our life is crying
Our trees are dieing
Our rivers are drying
Our animals are weeping
We need a resolution and solution toward our pollution

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