As ugly as they could get
Flying on their ill-wings about the air,
Perching on high and low trees,
Robbing my domain of her serenity.
In strange locations they nest,
Unquenchable is their appetite,
On foul places they prefer to dine,
Scavenging to stupor.
They flock and defecates about,
Defiling and desiccating the beauty of my abode.
Who will cleanse the land?
Who will save my neighbourhood,
From the beak of these vultures?
In strange locations they nest. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thank you Edward for finding time to read through my work and for appreciating it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
not bad, I find it quite interesting