Cruising through Middlesbrough
mid December.
Passing the ICI chemical factory
which indiscriminately
pours untreated effluent
into the river
which gives it a home.
It's brightly lit
and looks
for all the world
like a forest
of ornate, illuminate
christmas trees.
Lining, defining
the banks
of the Tees.
The irony kills me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
world when defiled by the man home is brazenly bruies by eco.................the sorry state of asffairs when wrougt to nature, painful by situation to be condemned, rightly observed,10/10, thanks for sharing