No much I can say
About myself
But that I was born
With a vision and ambition
And always concerned
About our existence!
I have clearly noticed
That No a single day
Has passed by
Without witnessing
The transgression
Upon Mother Nature:
Man with a heart as hard
As a stone
And as cold
As a glazier!
Air and water polluted
While forests vanished
And beauty slowly disappears!
Here I am,
Alone and sad,
Knowing no more
Which direction
The turbulent wind
Will blow next time!
Here I am,
Wiping out my tears
And possessed by fear
Knowing that we are
Digging our own grave!
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New York City
Oh how very true your words are! Our beautiful world of nature is being raped and stripped of it's beauty every day. You've penned a very thoughtful poem. Well done!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good use of words