Beautiful lies across the street
The fragrance smell of garbage,
Displayed like warehouse goods
Ready for domestic consumption
With the matching flies a ritual to perform.
 
Running rivers in shift competition
With man’s unwanted needs,
Depriving us of accessibility
To our daily necessity.
The privacy of nature’s calling
Parceled for everyone’s seeing.Nature’s gift bestow on us
By our forefathers
So rich and bless
Greedily being galamseyed away
For over-night wealth.
 
The forest ache in pains at its depletion
The trees cry in plea for mercy
Our rivers dry in revenge.
 
Man’s need today
Forbid him to think tomorrow of
Its action to the environment
Killing nature in a day
Who will come to its aid?

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