Shining brightly in the sky,
the sun creates life for you, and I.
But man in his wisdom is a fool,
by using the earths resources, as if there was a never ending pool.
Factories, pouring toxic waste, into the sea and sky,
producing worthless goods, for us to buy.
So stay inside your house my friend,
for if you venture out, it could be your end.
Your skin is bombarded by ultra violet rays,
beaming down through the haze.
The rain is acid, pouring onto the land,
everything it touches turns into sand.
So stay in your favorite place,
but wear a mask upon your face.
For as long as you don't eat, breathe, or drink,
you will be alright I think.
Tango.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think we are so lucky here in NZ, but for how long....why do we only try to fix things when it's just too late...very poignant subject...nice work.