Poem

The Future Rubbish

(By: Thistle Wargul)

Slowly covered by the sea,

Out of sight from you and me,

Fighting over land submerged,

People who’ll be surely purged.

Chopped down into paper waste,

No trees; just an empty space, all other species are extinct;

The tiger, squirrel and the mink.

Now we’ve gone and told you al,

Stop it from happening at all,

Recycle rubbish, don’t pollute, 

Keep all argument at mute