Poems About the Environment

The world's an ignorant factory, the rich bought the winning hand The middle class distraught, the poor blamed more than not
I write for those that need the inspiration, hoping my words could spark fire in a nation.
Every time I open to a page. My heart breaks. My mind aches. I want revenge.
Mother Nature's test of will and strength Us poets and Americans stand for you in length.
Who created the pretty flowers of the fields? To whom I feel my soul begins to yield.
an incipient relationship jason and melissa both are head over heels for each other both very much in love
A Summer Night Echo
The work of the hands was obsolete they say, Trying to cure the weed-ridden turf,
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Change The World What is the World? The World is a whole, the world is a concoction, the world is US.

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