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My home is being destroyed ...

                                                The siren trashes my ear
                                          The screaming pounds my heart 
                                    I look right and left and see so many in need
        Not talking about us. Its the green plants, the sky, The cloud which forms our planet
                                            My home which is being destroyed
 
                      The fumes ignite bring carbon dioxide to my roof causing a hole ,
                              No one can fix it because we placed a permanent mark
                                              My home which is being destroyed

                                            The caps melt causing the ocean to rise
                                ... Why should we care? we got tall buildings to climb !...
                                    Only few will suffer to drown why should we care? Because..
                                                  My Family is going to die...... 

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  • Your words are very true. We really do exploit the cradle of life Mother Nature gives us. However because of your dark background i find it extremelly hard to read the text when it is black. I had to highlight it. Also there is a bit of slang-type writing that I dont take to much.

    nevertheless, weldone, i felt the emotion in this x


  • Nymphetemine
    December 31, 2008
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    Wow that was a powerful write. I really did like this. Our planet and the atmosphere is being destroyed at a massive rate and there is an aura of despair in your poem. Thank you for entering this wonderful poem.
    Good luck in the contest.
    Yorkshire Bard. Blessings.