An uncaring world
O how the world has become uncaring as time goes on,
As the water becomes blacker with not a thought forgone.
And the ground grew ever worse in the world,as
The great plague unfurled.
First came the fungus carried in the air,
So many died that even I could not bear.
But even then world did not care,I only wish
I would’ve told them to beware.
Next came a virus to rival the black death itself,
Then it was every man for himself.
That's when we realized the world was dying,
And then people in the streets started crying.
I had finally realized who’s fault it was in the first place,
It was us the people you and I the uncaring human disgrace.
So I ask myself if we cared about our planet ,
Could we have prevent this and lived on as a caring race.
“Environmental pollution is an incurable disease,it can only be prevented.”
Barry commoner
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