We pollute the atmosphere day by day
With heavy industry belching out fumes
Burning fossil fuels is not the game to play
With smoke from chimneys pushing out dense plumes.
With aircraft making contours in the sky
Polluting higher in the atmosphere,
Pumping out dioxins the higher they fly;
Polluters that have no conscience or fear.
But is this the right way to treat nature?
With dioxins killing off all the trees
Nature is a resource we have to nurture
Not bring it crashing down around our knees.
We only have one earth, so treat it right
And those who pollute it we have to fight.
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