OUR HERITAGE

OUR HERITAGE

Dirty old town

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I now live in place where the streets are kept clean;

The air is easy to breathe.

When I think of the city where I used live

It always makes my anger seethe.

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The smog and the soot, not to mention the smell

Are too much for a person to bear.

There’s garbage and junk strewn all over the street –

It’s a shame that no one will care.

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But maybe, just maybe, if they tidied the streets,

And put limestone on the compost pit,

Wash off the graffiti and filter each car,

Then, maybe, this might help a bit.

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This world isn’t ours for the taking;

We can’t leave it without making a sound.

This place is for all our descendants.

Let’s leave something good to pass down.