Intelligence of a human,
critical thinking of a man,
great thinking of a politician,
have turned this holy World into hell.
refer the global worming,
seasons are changing,
desires are killing,
now the World is hanging,
it might go down.
meetings won, t solve anything,
desires of being great is leading,
every things here and there's killing,
ooh! the World's dying,
and the funeral's on the way.
Well said Dickson on the world's situation you have a good feeling for mankind, read 'Save the Forest of the Night' same theme....your thoughts are the key to a fine poem.......regards
yeah... this is somehow related to my poems about Earth. Man is destroying his own home......... nice write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.....and the funeral's on the way...hmmmn! Good stuffs...