THE RIGHT TO CHOOSE IS OURS

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THE RIGHT TO CHOOSE IS OURS

I used to see the green.

I used to smell the flowers.

I used to hear the birds.

I used to drink the river.

I used to touch the world.

I used to taste the berries.

There are things I have done,

That I cannot do anymore.

Everything has gone, never to return.

Open the curtain in the morning,

I cannot see the blue sky.

The air no longer smells sweet.

The playground silent, without children’s laughter.

Dirty ditches instead of clean rivers.

Trees have been replaced by chimneys.

Next generation after the next generation.

They have the right to choose.

A beautiful world or one without.

Will they miss the colorful world?

They may or they may not.

Honestly, I have totally no idea.

Nevertheless, the only thing I know.

Is that we should work harder.