I am very sorry to say it
That
One day
They will finish it off,
They will sell the green planet completely
Having destroyed and deserted it,
Ravished and ravaged it,
Corroded and eroded,
Looted, plundered and spoilt
The green earth
And its greenery,
The green patches
And the forest ranges and tracts of it
With nothing to shade and shelter from
The scorching heat of the summer
And the world will turn into a waste land,
An arid and sterile waste land
Devoid of greenery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very well expressed thoughts.