Blacken soot that huffs and puffs
From cigarettes and gray long pipes
No one to care and place a cuff
O'er twits whose time in jail is ripe.
No spare from robbers and thieves we are
But worse; for why we ought to hang
By living, another's life we mar
We're but bloodsuckers with two long fangs
We take that which's not owned by us
Return in kind with the unkind
We smudge the giant's wound with pus
Release the devil from its behind
What needs be done must action now
The seeds of change each one must sow.
16 July 2008
In support of the green movement.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem