oil spill in April USborrowed from www.photobucket.com
The wind stop blowing
The leaves shake a little
As the dark forms walk
The shadows run
The birds stop chirping
The insects of many kinds
Never appears in the hot sun
The silence greeting
On the rivers and wetlands
The black colour soiled the scenes
The darkened sight the hell of pain
There is no help crying in vain
The shadows smile
“Welcome to my world!”
The humans never learn
The greed will make them fall
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