Compost
Complain some friends:
-why choosing such title?
Annoyed and angry I reply:
-"Though not in politics…
-though is no slogan
-I am a pro-life
-filled with love…
-freedom on my mind…
-and the Earth and people …
-and our lives…
They laugh as if making fun of me
-look at me: "And compost? "
I tell them what I saw
-and observed at a farm
-bordering cities, towns
-which is shame
"Plastic is ruling
-…even over farmers
-…and the farms! "
And it is pure fact!
In old days when daddy was farmer
-everything was natural in the farm
-including compost
But not now…
The trash is gathered and covered
-underneath plastic
-the cold of the winter
-makes false heat beneath the plastic
-and causes the changes, conversions
-kills the germs, forms compost
-it was far different then and there…
-a magic process came along with sunshine
-no need of chemicals…unlike now
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem