The Others And Us - Poem by Palitha Ranatunge
The geographical world beyond the doors
Overcrowded with our species
Like in a beehive,
How awful for the others
Having no space for them to relax,
The trees have been exitincted
For continues expelling form the land.
The fragrance of flowers
The soft musicals of insects and birds
Gone for ever never to come,
The destruction done to the environment
Is unforgivable and irrevocable.
The unbearable odour of humans
All over the land and sea
And spreads unto the vast corners of the
Sky and stars above,
'The entire resources of the world
For the benefit of the humans'
Wherein great marxists gone wrong.
Everything on earth for everybody
From unseen bacterea to a blue whale.
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