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We bawl like rabid rats
Play the game of blame
Fail to acknowledge – we as a whole are to blame
The lungs of the earth are literally on fire
As if it is a global scale anaphylactic shock
Yet, we just pity and not perspire
What a shame! What a shame!
We don’t have any claim
Yet we loot and set fire driven by greed
Against the Earth’s desire
To triumph at the futile money game
The amazon burns
As we sabotage each other taking turns
Not paying heed that we are taking more than what we need
The burning is a war
Against the indigenous- the children of the amazon
The burning is war
Against the flora and fauna - her vital organs
The amazon – a viscera, a mother
Protects the climate
A primal defence
But how can it anymore?
As she herself lay without any defence
The evil rejoice the grandness of her genocidal death
Unaware that her dying gift
Will be to everyone a gruesome death.
I offer an elegy to the amazon
As she still respires through it all
This is a wakeup call
Remember
For what will follow shall be a cataclysmic irreparable death fall
The pain is hearfelt and beautifully conveyed. Great work
This is so good!!!
This is so beautiful, the pain of the woods and the fauna is very picturesque 👌👌
Beautiful imagery ❤️ and wordplay, the poem brings out the pain we felt when she burned , how we turned to ash. Applaud 👏🏻
Superb work..