a poem about the deteorating conditions on this planet |
An Almost Perfect Race Humans… Almost perfect except we Want. We need. We just got to have. We kill our planet: Our home… Our world, Just to have what We want. What we need. What we just got to have. Killing our mothers before Their time because, We want. We need. We just got to have. We kill the animals because, We want more room We need more room We just got to have more room. We kill our own people Because, Of wanting, Of needing, Of just got to having. Humans yes we do these things, Whether it is for money or for drinks. We kill we want we need. Well let me tell you We have succeeded in killing; Our planet is deteorating, Our air is smog, Our water is polluted, Our children are dying. And now well We are next; we need to Reverse the progress Save the world Raise the forests Cut the cars, the oil, The fumes, Turn off the faucet when in the bathroom. Cut off the lights when you’re not around Saving the world It’s not worth a frown Saving the world Is saving yourself So step up and Let’s start the process And sit back and watch things grow Because We want it to Because we need it to Because it has to. |