Pondering About The Homeless Birds... Poem by RIC BASTASA

Pondering About The Homeless Birds...



the sounds of dislocated birds
(homeless ones)
mark my morning, here,

far beyond, the mountains are
denuded
the trees are cut massively
man's greed again,
the caves are invaded for some
kind of a need for bat soup,

slashing, something of that sort,
the saying goes, as God creates,
Man destroys.

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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