Raking down the flower beds,
Squashing flat the new formed buds,
Plucking serenity from its shrine,
Turning cruel towards an act of divine...
Killing scores and scores of mute green foundation,
Razing completely like illicit construction,
Lack of concern over greenery and sylvan beauty,
Making obvious, the worst kind of apathy...
Hunting fellow humans with a vengenance unsurpassed,
Except to devour, but to destroy till the very last;
Oft bringing merriment to the deed,
Not a single plea of mercy, paid any heed...
This is man, God's piece of creation,
His work and action, bereft of the maker's satisfaction,
Null and void of sharing and generosity,
Will the world survive such montrosity?
Thursday, 24 September 2009
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