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 stiff 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?

by Keith Eubulus

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