Roses were red...
Roses were red,
Violet were blue.
The flowers are dead,
And soon the people will, too.
I know pollution like when I'd rather throw
The rapper in the ground then litter my pocket.
Whats the matter with me now?
As I just said in stanza 1 that roses were red, that meant like oil and chemicals are in our air, killing plants and our environment.
Like I said in stanza 2 that I rather throw the rapper in the ground than litter my pocket I meant that the whole world is full like a big dump...
like people don’t even care any more
But though the world is like a global-universal example 1 it smells like gases: carbon dioxide, and the lack of air,
The sound of car starting, the horns are going off, and people yelling back and forth.
The sight in my head is like garbage all over and around, dirty, brown water and oil, chemicals all surrounds, us…like we can’t breathe.
Imagine the taste of the pollution is like raw salty fish and pork that has gone bad.
The touch feels bumpy oily disgusting and also, maybe hard.
So now you now what I mean about polluting the world…..is like a dump in this world…
Never thought that the world was gonna become a dump.... like I……I thought that the world would be...be like a world with no life.....With no sound, people,no anything;not even a living thing on Earth...Nada
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