2.23 Survival
As pollution spreads its hands,
Each living thing in sea or land,
Groans and cries to humanity,
We suffer for your atrocities.
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Pollution that you are causing,
Is the beginning of our ending,
Creation of perpetual things,
Means no place for living beings.
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Sparing nothing for unending need,
Gorging all with insatiable greed,
This beautiful planet - our home,
You rape it - making it our tomb.
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poem by Munnan Misra
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