Waste

W ho piles these wastes everywhere?

A ll open spaces are reeking, not even the seas we spare

S moke plumes curl in the sky, like a beacon of despair

T his once paradise, now plagued by global warming.

E veryone is at risk, as earth lay expiring.

This is an acrostic poem that evinces the dangers of waste in our world.
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