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I Am Dying By Marie Negus

  • Writer: Dead Poets
    Dead Poets
  • Mar 26, 2019
  • 1 min read

I am the Earth. Mother of them all. I'm getting hotter and hotter each day, I just want to lay and rest. Let me rest, I'm dying.

My babies are dying, The ice is melting, The sun is burning my skin, My babies, My life.

You cruel people, You choke me to death. Your chemicals are killing What I have tried to raise. How is life supposed to carry on... If my people destroy what Makes us live And breathe?

My poor trees! Just think and feel how they feel. Why are you putting rubbish on my skin? STOP... OH, STOP it now!

You're giving me a disease, And it's burning to my core. Get in my mind, come on, Look deep down and find My heart is slowly stopping. You're killing me, You murderer.


 
 
 

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