Crowded skies of belying lies
Climbing cumulus silently flies
Over the azure sea above me
An endless blue unknowingly free
Below the beauty is a scrambling race
Thousands moving without a face
Running around with things to do
The importance is low for me and you
A forest of concrete stands all around
Without a clue of the decibel sound
Pollution and rubbish consumers make
Yet all of it is so obviously fake
Do we know to the mother earths end
We speed up the cancerous message we send
'I' need this and 'I' need that
When all we do is get really fat
Nature always will have the last say
In this world we cannot forever stay
Above I hear from the skies a rumble
And it's terminal, .. for this calypso jungle...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this poem so much.