Victim

This is the first poem i have wrote since june this year, and i have had real writers block. this poem is work in progress. I look around at the world we live in, What we will all leave behind Poverty, Famine and the wars This world is full of saboteurs. Children having children, Breeding like rabbits, Using all our resources, Its becoming a dirty habit Let alone the pollution, We have become comfy and there is greed in the lives we lead. Every day we ruin the earth Were supposed to love Not worried about our footprint in history It’s a mystery we lasted this long, Nature will bite us back, When our air becomes too polluted to breath, Our land half submerged in water, We will learn our lesson the hard way, We will become a victim of our own greed. Claire Hill 24/10/2011