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poem by: Geoffrey Heath Price
Written on Mar 12, 2020 

The whole world is burning
If it is not pouring rain
And for this global destruction
It is man that's to blame.

The ice caps are melting
At a hell of a rate
The great polar bears
Have no clue of their fate.
Whilst man sits and counts
All that he's earned to date
without thought for the world
or its future.

 

Tags: Anger,

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