The Evil Man Poem by Asma Zenjali
The Evil Man
A day started with shining sun
And flowers bloomed perfuming the air
As life appeared colorful and pure
A man was throwing dirt everywhere
The sun was watching feeling sad
The trees were coughing here and there
The smoke of cars and human fume
Made flowers die instead of bloom..
The sky felt sad, so she cried
The sun was angry, so weather was hot
The clouds were black as depressed
And sea threw violently its waves
A storm attacked the evil man
How stern were the drops of rain
the man felt cold, as danger and pain.
the anger of nature is so hard
We hurt and spoil its loving heart
One day she will wake up again
And punish us as that evil man
She takes care of us all the time
And So we must love and save to be fine
Nice poem. A good reaction to the activities of evil men against Nature. Go on, Asma. Never look behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 1:31:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
An appropriate poem for the current time too, although the poem was written three and a half years ago. The problem is, when the nature is angry, its wrath fall on everybody, not only on the evil men. A nice poem.