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Declaration of the Green War Submit your
entry for 1st Published Article. POETS CORNER - MIRAGE One is a golden leaf. Another barely a shadow. Some heat beyond belief. Walk in a flowery meadow. - The fruit is sweet. The grass is green. Cold wind, snow, and sleet ... Opaque white covers clean ... - There's a stirring conclusion. The blood never boils. There's a fluid transfusion Over superheated coils. - The vapor escapes volume From a liquid contaminant. Blood red color glazed column From a crystal containment. - Metal flows upward. Suspended in motion. Petal falls awkward. Blue-green white waved ocean - Knee deep in pollution. Smelling flowers in air. Believe there's a solution. Mazy gardens are somewhere. - Blue-green white waved ocean ... Mirage? Must have been a mirage. Blue-green white waved ocean ... - Copyright EBA 1991 Hello, My Green Friend Green is yellow and blue. Know what to do to achieve Now the Green War’s begun!
Copyright EBA 2008 Wake Up and Go Green
Green, the color of the envy. Like the leaves on a tree, If they’re worth money. And all your friends got ‘em. - Green is beautiful, the new black Pollution is our silent enemy. Never know you’re under attack Until you try to swallow plenty. - Close your eyes, don’t take a breath. Hide all day, until it just goes away. Don’t worry about a sudden death. You can live with it, until someday. - Maybe you can sleep all night, Sentenced to death by smokestack. Maybe you’ll wake up in fright And get up and go on the attack. - GREENWAR We’re Fightin Back! Copyright EBA 2008 War Paint Territorial rites denied. Forcing us to take a side. Estimating the outcome. Of the death toll sum. Smoke signals declare. The odds are unfair. Gathering berries in the sun. Frightened prey on the run. Smearing Mother Earth's dyes. Bidding our last goodbyes. Copyright EBA 1993 Tonic Stillness breathes new life into space. The cold silence of conscience Revolves in orbit, without a trace, Into afterthoughts of simplicity. Mesmerized by a prismatic vision. Crying ionospheric electricity, Exhausted tears' cloudless prison, The captured tides ebb and flow. Quench the thirst of tortured land. Desolation might have evolved long ago. Now, silt just sifts through sieves of sand. copyright EBA 1993 Master Gunnery Sergeant Christ, look out they're coming. What on Earth, I'd cry at the sight ... Of lovers in delight. This is a full hearted revolution. We're here to find the solution. Don't turn back behind ... To avoid what you find. Take aim, lock on what's in sight. A war is won with all your might. There is no more ... After the deep pain it took in, We all thought we would win! I fired green bullets automatically ... As I ran frantically. But, don't' ever say I didn't try. I just wasn't quite ready to die. Bombs set to ignite, May end the fight. Inevitably, before you mend your wounds. You have to help dig your troop's tombs. Christ, It's not too late. Please, don't end our fate. copyright EBA 1993 Imagine Nations Imagine nations
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