The Rising Poem by Rohan De1
The Rising
I see the unquenchable thirst in Your eyes,
I see Your money and twisted lies.
The Arctic You seek to plunder,
You know You're making a blunder.
Whilst the Arctic cries,
And the polar bear dies.
You tear the poles asunder,
With Your fires and insatiable hunger.
When will You realise,
In the Arctic You shall gain no prize.
For We shall not slumber,
And We will not lumber.
You may think You're wise,
But We shall show You otherwise.
I dedicate this poem to Greenpeace. The have done a wonderful job resisting the corporate honchos. I wish them all the best in their future endeavours.
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