was started by a
boy
who reportedly
was
careless with a
simple match stick.
result:
thousands of acres
precious forest destroyed,
thousands of people
uprooted,
god only knows
how many millions worth
of property destroyed.
where are we heading?
in the name of progress
and civilization,
have we set about
piling
one wood above the other,
preparing
our collective
burning pyre.
and
waiting for a
single match stick
to
finish us all..
have
we ever thought
about thousands
of nuclear buttons,
few in unsafe regimes,
ever threatening
mankind
to
push themselves
any
time.
..atp..
01.11.2007.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem