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At The First Death

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Air is blowing with heavy poisonous smell
Spreading to whole atmosphere
Dense with harm, threat, fear
Of man-made an artificial deep hell;

I am afraid to breathe of each breath
I meet the environmentalists
Native, foreign all specialists
What I find they are at the first death,

They are burning themselves in that hell
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Wednesday, October 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death,first
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Robert Rhyme 26 March 2017

Nice poem, modern phenomenons are woderfully depicted in it...... I am afraid to breathe of each breath I meet the environmentalists Native, foreign all specialists

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Offeliya Seema 26 March 2017

At The First Death a wonderfully written true poem, thank you for the poem

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Robert Rhyme 20 October 2016

Nice poem, modern phenomenons are woderfully depicted in it...... I am afraid to breathe of each breath I meet the environmentalists Native, foreign all specialists What I find they are at the first death, 10

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