Look around you, what do you see?
The dark, smoggy air
Oil filled oceans
Trash covered hills
The death that surrounds us
Is of our own making

Don’t you have a heart?
Don’t you care for our Mother Earth?
Doesn’t she matter too?
Are we so conceited
As to think this world is ours?

Maybe, just maybe
We should consider
The consequences
Of our actions, our faults
We are killing ourselves

Slowly, slowly
Death is coming
Aren’t you afraid?

Help us
Recycle
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