Who is there with a strong backbone,
To tell the telltale acts, like prisms,
Of cruel killers that destroy
Nature with streaks of pity nil?
Night or day, winter or summer,
Rain or heat, storm or calm, echoes
Their axes' snivelling sound,
Fell they, pretty plants from forests.
Chaos in the ecosystem,
Wanes the well-wishers’ lament,
When it goes undetected;
Venal mottoes, politics exhibit.
Dirty party-games harm highly
The needy leading poor lives;
He utters nothing utterly;
Keeps he fully tied his tongue.
Imagine a moon, glittering bright
Can we, to provide us cool light,
In the dark of turmoil nights,
Which the ruthless ruffians create?
Fight let us tooth and nail
With the ones of antisocial breed,
Forever away let us drive them
And from spoiling, save the soil.
Nice rant and true. Another important truth politicized.
ReplyDeleteThank you,Debi.
DeleteWho is there, indeed ~~~~
ReplyDeleteThank you,Helen.
DeleteIndeed a tragic situation. I wish I could feel more hopeful.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteVery sad
ReplyDeleteThank you, SG.
DeleteToo many tyrants interested in the title of monster of the year.
ReplyDeleteThank you,Rommy.
DeleteThis is an important poem. Well done!
ReplyDeleteThank you.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written
ReplyDeleteThank you,Pooja.
ReplyDeleteThis poem really resonates with me..........we must save the trees and save the soil, or we are sunk.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sherry.
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