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POISON

Once upon a time,there lived a small fly
The scummy smell of gutters caused his family to die
Feeling alone and lonely there
He went around for a city tour here
Sat on the windscreen for a while
As his ears blocked with the noise from mile
Unable to bear such humdrum
Sat on the dirt of a passing trum
Soon the green lights turned red
As the smoke caused his lungs to fade.

Choking and gasping for air he flew
And landed on the once green hue
Found some dead flies on the tattered leaf
Cried for sometime in grief
Eyes swelled and his nose ran
Before even realizing got a tan
That it was from the spices
Of the nearby food shop "Chill with Slices"
Scared and confused he flew and flew
And rested on the window of an apartment new.

Soon the monster started shaking
Not from an earthquake,but while making
As he buzzed,the building collapsed
A close call from being elapsed
He sat down on a branch to think
Trying all the puzzle pieces to link
As a wrapper flew and got stuck to him
Breaking free he almost fell from the rim
Eyes swelling with water,coughing like a maniac
He tried settling as he heard a crack.

He looked up in the dark sky
Filled with smog and let out a sigh
Looked down to the ground
Full of plastics and garbage of pound
He closed his ears
As the sound flooded his fears
Next moment he lay dead
In the pile where his life was fade
Cut in half by an axe upon the tree
The damage that nobody could see.

Comments

  1. FOR THE BLUE PLANET

    The earth is our mother,
    We will not have another.
    There's no better place to find
    For animals, plants, mankind.

    Green woods, beautiful lakes,
    Nature has got what it takes.
    We have to keep clean the air,
    As environment everywhere.

    Put an end to coal mining,
    Nuclear power and fracking.
    Climate concerns all nations,
    Just as plastic in the oceans.

    For good living day and night
    Must change darkness and light.
    Our planet, so wonderful blue,
    We will always protect, we do!

    Rainer Kirmse , Altenburg

    Thuringia / Germany 🇩🇪 🌍 🌐

    With kind regards to India 🇮🇳

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    1. Very true @Rainer Kirmse
      Lots of love from India ♥

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