Who is There with a Strong Backbone!

 

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.