MESSAGE
By Chan Mongol
October 23 of 2022
It's them! Horrible! Oh my God;
We cannot anymore afford!
Prices of goods are rocketing high;
We try and try but fail to touch the sky!
Basics were air, water, Sun, soil;
But they added basics, also oil!
I can live in the way my dad did;
He had seeds for the agricultural field!
Why no respect for agriculture;
Modern surgery brought big danger!
Don't vote, don't buy their goods;
Plan, to believe in you to make foods!
Cultivate lands for crops, vegetables;
With woods, leaves, make own fuels!
They are torturing earth as you see;
Digging and cutting her for oil, energy!
Tearing her belly for lousy oil;
In the aftermath, our lives they spoil!
It's time to go back to Babylon;
In the state of nature at that dawn.
I am whispering you at this age;
Talk and pass on my message!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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