Obviously

Obviously

A Poem by Rheeca Verons
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Men and their illicit acts...

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The stench of human wastes polluted the air,
as the vehicle continues its journey.
People wary about their surroundings,
covering noses with pink handkerchiefs,
yet ignorant of their doing.


Eating inside,
trashes under the seats,
curious of the fragrance,
still continued innocently.


Why do we even hide the facts about ourselves?
I don't know mine, do you?


Black fog lingers in the atmosphere
made by men, is it hard to see?
Men complains about their health,
mother earth is their suspect.


Who in their right mind complains,
about something we did in the first place?


We, obviously!

© 2014 Rheeca Verons


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Rheeca Verons
I wonder what you've visualized from the poem. Hope you guys like it.:)

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"People wary about their surroundings,
covering noses with pink handkerchiefs,
yet ignorant of their doing."

Pollution is bad even that of the mind. A splendid poem...:)................

Posted 10 Years Ago


i was the scene of walking dead at first, probably because i was watching that show recently. i really liked this. but now days, less people complain about mother nature. we know that humans are responsible for a lot of pollution in the world. its hard to imagine the world becoming a better place any time soon when you hear about or see how the world is dying. its truly sad.

Posted 10 Years Ago


I remember this! I saw the covers :))

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Rheeca Verons
Rheeca Verons

Manila, Philippines



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A Poem by Rheeca Verons