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Poetry

Source: Adults

Author: Barry Gee

Title: The Cost of Living.


We're burning down the forests

The elephant has had its day

It's snowing in the desert

The North Pole melts away

The ozone layer's disappearing

The coral reefs are nearly dead

We're more concerned about the price of bread.



We're worried 'bout the cost of living

Incensed by the interest rates

There's no place to park, don't go out in the dark

There are dangers all over the place

The air's not fit to be breathing

The sea can be seen at its worst

And we're worried 'bout the cost of water

While the rivers are dying of thirst.


We're building bombs and rockets

To protect us against the foe

Build roads to fit the cars

Build cars to fill the roads

Machines that can do the work of ten

Machines that can build machines

How can we be living way beyond our means.




We're worried 'bout the cost of living

Incensed by the interest rates

There's no place to park, don't go out in the dark

There are dangers all over the place

The air's not fit to be breathing

The sea can be seen at its worst

And we're worried 'bout the cost of water

While the rivers are dying of thirst.




The rain was falling steady

In the wettest spring for years

As the town went up in flames

The raindrops fell like tears

You couldn't drink the water

You shouldn't eat the meat

A million people were marching through the street.



Protesting 'bout the cost of living

Incensed by the interest rates

There's no place to park, don't go out in the dark

There are dangers all over the place

The air's not fit to be breathing

The sea can be seen at its worst

And we're worried 'bout the cost of water

While the rivers are dying of thirst.



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