Like a whirl wind it begins
Blowing the hearts of all
Carving down the branches of trees
Fading away the colours of the leaf
And putting holes on the ground with a passion for horrifying humanity
Oh! See how
The insincerity of power has brought us this far
It has opened up our feathers to the wind
And has mandated blood suckers to feed on the fields
When peace once dwelled
And kept coffins on many gates
With pride of no price
What then shall we do?
The Kangaroos have played too much on our backs
And have swallowed the head without any meaningful sound
Overriding the feet that are planted on the ground
It appears like a lurid story
Lurking in a trance and suddenly
Launch on a wheel that carries no brake
Bulldozing our green vegetation with an unseeing ending
Oh! Where then is our brake pad?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem