To You, O Poem by Majid Gaggi

To you, O precious generous
O net Virgin nature
Full of Good and expensive things
You give valuable gifts generously
Hey, a gift that comes from heaven
You gave giveaway with tender
Without fear frequency or slow down
For Each one who asked for that
And I reward this stupidly
To you with bad gifts shamelessly
What an equation filled with malice and hypocrisy
Taking all the good Lord every staleness
Taking precious bounties and all purity
The fruits of good air and good
Y and drink and water
Without any effort or fatigue Jeopardy
I was proud, too, returning to you
Everything that distorts your white pure image
And transform her into a draft form populace
I will cut off your land of green trees
Turning it into dry land and barren wasteland
How much I aggressor you, O Virgin
Taking of fresh air and bothering you
And return it with smoke and toxins in space
The taking of water filled with good and serenity
And return it to you contaminated one
increase your temperature to make it more
Oh me, ungrateful brat and fulfillment
I human, who ruined nature and stuff,
And devastating all the reconstruction and completion of a beautiful building