By Demi (5F)
The vicious
exhaust fuels moan
And groans
endlessly like prisoners.
I can hear
the roaring and powerful
Engine trying
to stay strong, but the
Malicious
fuels are beating it!
Streaks of extraordinary
flames
Follow
sneakily across the cloudless, innocent sky.
The weak sky
is shrieking
Continually
like a broken record.
The fuels are
cackling wickedly.
The fuels are
the enemy to
The
environment.
The healthy
bicycle feels
Like it’s the
best and the most precious.
It feels like
it’s the environment’s
Best friend
and nothing terrible
Is going to
happen to it.
I can smell
the putrid, insidious and toxic
Fuels
slithering up my nauseous nose.
I smell a
horrendous odour creeping up my
weak nose.
I can hear
the plastic cackling carelessly.
Downcast
trees look down in despair
Like they’re
useless.
I can hear
them whispering
Mean things
to themselves
They are full
of woe.
I can see the
thoughtless
People
chucking and
Throwing
grim, gruesome garbage.
I can see the
colossal ocean
Choking and
suffocating
Because of
all this rubbish!
I can see the
doleful, melancholic and glum trees.
I can hear
the rumbling roar trying
To escape
from the oceans mouldy mouth.
I can hear
the dirt shrieking repeatedly.
I can hear
the ocean squalling again and again.
Simultaneously,
the pedestrians
Keep on
littering on the filthy floor.
Will they
ever learn?
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