Book Writers Poem by Chan Mongol

BOOK WRITERS
Poem by: Chan Mongol


Life became hell with Human Pollutions;

Unhappiness, injustice with bad constitutions.

Adultery, shameless, greed in all shores;

No chastity, no truthfulness in our doors.

We can clean up and spread good messages;

To liberate earth, water, citizens and pages.

Humans are powers with live voices;

To prevent aggressors and their noises.

Pens, books, expressions are more and more;

To en-light governments, peasants, even a whore.

Confused lives, greedy systems, we have to end;

Nothing is impossible to repair, fix or mend.

Life became Hell with Human Pollutions;

Unhappiness, injustice with bad Constitutions.

Adultery, shameless, greed in all shores;

No chastity, no truthfulness in our doors.

Our poems are songs, religions and laws;

With environmental issues in our poetic paws.

As defensive activists and book writers;

To unchain the Mother Earth from hostage takers.

A world to win and law of nature to implicate;

Let us gather, together, to attack and dedicate.

Little pollutions cause massacre, damages;

Life in Earth can disappear, with such images.

We should not delay to publish books;

To fight our wars to save from bad looks.

Those flood, Tsunami, Katrina and disease;

Defeat demons, down their hands, please.

Our poems are songs, religions and laws;

With environmental issues in our poetic paws.

As defensive activists and book writers;

To unchain the Mother Earth, from hostage takers! .