GLOBAL WARMING AND PROTECTION (2)
Poem by Chan Mongol
2000
I knew, those trees loved me;
By seeing me they were happy!
Leaves used to speak and told hello;
They dropped fruits, ripe and yellow!
To fill me up totally complete!
To make my belly fit!
Heaven on Earth in that time;
Feature in Nature, used to be prime!
Trees used to say, lay down;
We are your relations in this town!
Come over to us, in our wild;
Let us sing to sooth you, child'!
Alas! They were slaughtered;
I lost them and they were butchered!
I cannot go back there, no more mates;
Friends were replaced with lifeless pirates!
It makes me speechless;
None is there to give me bless!
Stoned civilization is not fair;
Smog and pollution control the air!
I knew, those trees loved me;
By seeing me they were happy!
Leaves used to speak and told hello;
They dropped fruits, ripe and yellow!
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