Pollution

Pollution, pollution, pollution.

Melted, greasy garbage. Horrible air, disgusting smells you can’t bare. Brown and salty bits of trash, the animals are getting

injured pretty fast.

Think of the giraffes, and the whales

too, Make a better earth for me and you.

I’d like to leave, but that would be too fast. To make all of your animals stop being put in the trash.

Pollution, pollution, pollution, pollution.

Make a better earth for your friends, stop pretending.

So we can all have a great ending.

Think not just for you, but for OUR happiness.

And think of your amazing planet.

By Emily