Terra Firma
By Poemist
Air: filthy, foreign particles of waste destroying our lungs The beaches: perdition sea gulls slain by spills From metal giants off the shore What have we done? Asphalt trails that mar the landscape with garbage-laden shoulders What a mess we made! Return the land to the Indians They knew how to use it Let's move somewhere else... Perhaps to another planet But what if someone's already there Living peacefully? Run them off! We've done it before. Written March 13th, 1974 © on Oct 06 2001 03:34 AM PST 10 • 0 • 9
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"Air: filthy, foreign particles of waste..."