Stilts to protect from the crimes of the past
Nature pained
it was a gift
thinking it would last
Stepped upon
by dirty feet
Morals unclean unsure
Spread throughout existence
Dead forevermore
Given a world with beauty
All the things we need
Treated so unfair
Nothing was kept clean
Stilts to protect from
Disasters that we’ve seen
Tall above the beauty
Never again may we touch
The joys of his creation
Stilts are now a must
Death to those who walk
Upon the beautiful land
Poison in disease shall conquer
By only one touch of the hand
He gave a gift of completion
We must think before it’s too late
Protect this earth it all we have
Or these stilts shall be our fate!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem