Green Genocide Poem by Shakeel Ahmedi
Green Genocide
The Fowlers have spread their net,
As far as my eyes could see,
Raising hot and cold storm of attrocities,
For meak rabbits why dragnets,
A genocide of queer kind,
To which world is deaf and blind,
Cloak and dagger or slaughter,
Browbeating, dog whistling,
Amidst the din and laughters.
How can lawmakers make laws,
Against elusivefishes,
The deceivingviruses.
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