Grey Skies, Our Tomb

Wed, 04/23/2014 - 00:03 -- DaXue

Blue eyes, grey skies

Smoke flies, earth dies.

Spores creep, frogs weep

Wastes seep, humans sleep.

Nets trawl, fish fall

Bugs call, cities sprawl.

Ground quakes, houses shake

Smiles faked, humans take.

Glaciers drip, rains skip

Buckets tip, storms zip.

Spilled oils, filthy soil

Seas spoil, oceans boil.

Trucks zoom, gases fume

Poisons bloom, our tomb.

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