Mother nature
As days grow long and black the earth cries from the sky,
The wind tries to blow away the filth ,
While the sky paints its self red and orange during the sunset
The waves try to to carry the tears of mother nature
while the sand tries to sink the polltion
The earth is in pain , sinking in its sorrow , pain and filth.
- Jha'Na Davis
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