Soft earth is a landfill
Trash beneath the foreigner's feet
The aire is so tranquill
The foreigner's flag sinks in six feet deep
You know they never deserved
What we left them
Little green men
Turn around and
Fly on home
The scars on the surface
Leave no atmosphere behind
The soil don't work it
It's one giant leap back for mankind
There's nothing here
Absolutely nothing here now
There's nothing here
Absolutely nothing
Author notes
This song is, I think, quite obvious. If we don't shape up and save the earth, then nobody will want it.
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Comments
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Interesting writing, and you speak soem truths here. I woudl be interested to hear this set to music!
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Thank you for entering this poem. It says to me we care little for anything as long as the big companies make money. You hit the nail on the head. Good luck in the contest.
Yorkshire Bard. Blessings
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