Stars and Chores

Millions of stars,
We are but one,
We all leave scars,
Oh what have we done?
Pollution and corruption,
This star gave us life;
We go under the assumption,
That we have no strife.
To solve this problem,
We have to do more,
For that is the greatest chore.





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