Beautiful lies across the street
The fragrance smell of garbage,
Displayed like warehouse goods
Ready for domestic consumption
With the matching flies a ritual to perform.
Running rivers in shift competition
With man’s unwanted needs,
Depriving us of accessibility
To our daily necessity.
The privacy of nature’s calling
Parceled for everyone’s seeing.
Nature’s gift bestow on us
By our forefathers
So rich and bless
Greedily being galamseyed away
For over-night wealth.
The forest ache in pains at its depletion
The trees cry in plea for mercy
Our rivers dry in revenge.
Man’s need today
Forbid him to think tomorrow of
Its action to the environment
Killing nature in a day
Who will come to its aid?
Thanks Colleen. The rate at which our environment is being destroyed is so sad. In our own small way, lets start the education to get things done well.
This is so sad because it's so truthful. My favorite pine forest is being de-treed as I write this and for no reason that I can see. I've done some research and nothing supposedly being built there so why? Course no answers forthcoming. Breaks my heart. You wrote a great piece on the sorry state of our planet. Nicely done!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When we will realize raping the land of it's natural beauty, in th name of forward progress, although going on for many many years, proves only to complicate our lives more. Who will stand up for nature as she cries out, longing to be heard....yet all too often falling upon deaf ears! ! ! ? ? ? You have done well to point us in a more positive direction. PEACE