We only have one home. It’s our planet. Anytime you turn on the television, look at the news, and you can see destruction. Protests? Some might. But not enough. Many are content to ignore the problem, saying it does not concern them. Yet it does. For if we stay on this path, none of us will have a home.
Trash litters the ground
It’s strewn all around
No one bats an eye
Nor utters a single sound.
We’ve grown used to the chaos
Grown use to the filth.
We feel no remorse
And barely any guilt.
RedRavenPoems 
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