Is There Hope For Our Futre?

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    Is There Hope For Our Futre?

    Take a moment, see the clouds have no mouth to complain, eyes to share the tears of the pains and agony SHE goes through day-in and day-out.
    Too weak to cry out HER chocked lungs which is full of Toxic Fumes!

    Ooh! Man what ungrateful we are.
    The clouds gives us rain for our fish ponds, our vegetables, trees, as water to drink, bath, wash our dirtiness, is it her reward?
    Without whom our earth’s laughter ceases
    Yet we strive unkindly with unfriendly kisses,
    forcing it to give way green house EFFECT.
    O what a world.

    Ah! Ahh!!, now see the waters she produces for us too angry!!
    Without, our land’s worth dies
    Yet we offer steady greetings of chemical concoctions,
    Knowing well it is a tragedy to our living

    The forests, used to be green, now, too gray to be green!
    Without, live is meaningless, living organisms are doomed
    yet we regard it with utter disrespect,
    Knowing it is our source of pride and survival

    Look everywhere, nature laments continually,
    Her sacred pride stained by mass nurtured cruelty
    Time to stop shifting blames; time to start working out solutions,
    stop!! Introduction of toxic substances in the environments

    Let’s now go back , to maintain the true identity of nature,
    Let’s now concerned, instead of neglected.
    It is time to be the mouth peace of the voiceless one
    O mother Nature,
    Voices chanting, based on environmental ethics

    For how long will we continue to sell out our survival, to unknown entity at a valueless price?
    Yesterday, there was that incurable diseases,
    Today, global warming,
    Tomorrow, a silent planet Earth!!!
    If only we could act now to a verge this disastrous moment!

    YES WE CAN!!!!
    YES WE CAN!!!!!!
    YES WE CAN!!!!!!!!!

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    Rose66 commented on Is There Hope For Our Futre?

    01-24-2009

    :)

    Plot121 commented on Is There Hope For Our Futre?

    01-23-2009

    Very compelling piece of work I think some of the words are taken out of context but as a whole a good read none the less keep it up Robert...

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    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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