In NYC where the buildings are tall,
so much to do, no time for it all.
Now across the Hudson River
is a much smaller state.
I hear there are very hard working people
who make this Garden State great.
Now the water in New Jersey
used to be Pristine,
It came out of underground springs
that was very CLEAN.
Oil refineries, and power plants to this date,
destroy Jersey but make NYC great.
By lighting up all their tall buildings
making it the City that Never Sleeps,
but hurting Jersey without anything to reap.
Lets bring back Jersey as it was in the past,
rid the state of it’s pollution for it cannot last.
Written by Christina Sunrise Feb.10,2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The worst city to live in is MUMBAI in INDIA. Pollusion, rapings, especially on women and the poor remains the poor ones and they have nothing to eat, each day is a fight against their lives. The say that there are no differences in the caste system, but that still exists, only the inhabitants are accustomed to that way of living. The worst is the hunger KIDS have, in the past and TODAY. I admire your poems and like very much to read them.