Looking out upon life from a window, seeing nature pro-
liferating itself everywhere, outgrowing even people
here on earth.
Knowing that greedy people are out there trampling and
decimating nature out of their inner corruption and
want of power and money.
Willing to do anything to obtain it, wondering to self
how they can live with themselves afterwards, knowing
they have caused such devastation here on earth.
Wondering what their children and families think of
them, does it ever matter to them that our earth is
being destroyed, what about future generations?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Suicidal bombers they are. So selfish, so destructive and so unfaithful. Genuine feelings of a faithful heart. Thanks for sharing.