Green Speak's Poem by Nebish Benson

I am green and exact
Whatever come under me are sheltered
Engulfed by love and shade
I am not rude, but kind

Ripen fruits are bestowed to the hunger
My leaves are lost, colour fade
I grow old day by day
Nor the rich nor the poor cares me

Hard-Pressed is taking me far away
I miss my home i miss my family
Now i am misted with fear
Carried on the back of truck's
With a lot of companion's

No last wish, no nothing
I stay like a pumpkin