We destroy the world.
The world destroys us.
Thus, the circle continues.
What goes around,
comes around.
And will drive our lives
right into the ground.
We aimlessly kill her young.
Her sons, daughters and
preciously nurtured creations.
We do, then, deserve to be punished
beyond all expectations.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Mother Nature is grieving, you have been warned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem