Betwixt all that unhealthy surrounds, don't know how,
the air in your country is so polluted
the government does nothing about it at all
looks just like all residents are executed
no food, no coffee nor tea
no fresh air at all for me
no peace, no hope, no love at all
beware, soon you'll wear your politic pall
betwixt all that tattered sound
governmental abound
be in rapture
entirely different than be excited
on dusty polluted ground
away from home bound
betwixt all that unhealthy surround....
©Sylvia Frances Chan
All Rights Reserved
Tuesday 21 January 2020
no food, no coffee nor tea no fresh air at all for me no peace, no hope, no love at all beware, soon you'll wear your politic pall
Today's atmosphere is highly polluted. Air, water and soil and many resources are polluted. This is the time to think very deeply on this issue. We have to resolve and retrieve the beauty of life and nature. You have transferred wonderful message through this excellently penned poem...10
This poem deserves full 10 point and this is definitely a very thought provoking poem shared. This poem carries a burning issue and we feel the truth behind this poem. An amazing sharing is done really.10
There's a deep sadness that one encounters when one explores questions that involve government. On the one hand, we are told the government is needed to improve quality of life. But, as you so brilliantly observe, the hand of government is one that often leads to destruction and death. This is a magnificent work, Sylvia.
A great statement about air quality. Fortunately we are not facing this in Australia with exception to the recent fires in some areas.
Indeed, Lyn, I know, only the bush fires in some areas, this is nature's disaster, in my poem it is the government that does nothing for the country, for the residents. Bush fires, nature's occurrences is entirely different. Thank you so much for your valuable comments, Lyn. God's Blessings
betwixt all that tattered sound governmental abound be in rapture entirely different than be excited on dusty polluted ground away from home bound betwixt all that unhealthy surround..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Betwixt all that unhealthy surrounds, don't know how, the air in your country is so polluted the government does nothing about it at all looks just like all residents are executed