Poems About the Environment
I see the sky, so dark and filled with ash,
And wonder if the apathy of man,
Can master our technologies so brash,
Don’t go to law school.
Lawyers have the highest rate of alcoholism.
A smiling face
Being like a beacon
From the crowd
Tired eyes and sad looks
Dominate the room
So
I live in beautiful, sunny Honolulu, Hawaii
Pristine beaches and year-round summer weather
Right?
If there’s one thing that makes me cry
It’s seeing the cold tears from my mother’s eyes
