Season is on, seeds are sown
See no rains for crop to grow
Rains are scarce, drought is more
Summers hot, winters freezing cold
‘Climate change’ the word for these woes
Cut the trees, clear the woods
Clog the drains, dirty the oceans
Burn the thrash and spoil the air
It’s payback time and nothing more
Garner courage to hoot into ‘Ozone hole’
Scan the pacific for ‘Garbage float’
Mend your ways or see your children grow
In plastic land where nothing grows
Gitanjali
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Author:
Gitanjali (Pseudonym) (
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Scary isn't it? Well penned.
Things are really bad.thank you
Well written, T.
No higher warning can we heed.
So very, very true Gitanjali, when will those in power believe and do something about it.
Andy
Thumbs up for the verse if not the situation we find ourselves in.
No other option but to continually raise the issue in whatever forum is open to us.
Hello and welcome to this friendly collection of serious writers dear Git. and loud applause for your outcry on thoughtless destruction of natural balance - -- clean up the garbage and "mend your ways" is the warning the human race needs. Thank you for sharing your views in well crafted poetic style.
'Rains are scarce,'
try telling Germany and Gouangzou - that... lol
we've definitely had a tumultuous Summer 2021
all around the globe
that's without, taking covid into consideration!
(an important message and timely write
thanks for sharing)
Very well said 🙂
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