Mum C writes


Streams sleep sad

Skies sit straight

Lands lie loathing

Our unthoughtful usage

Trees’ talks tell

Birds’ boos bell

Air actually angers

At our insensitivities

We destroy

Without thoughts,


Without planting,

We pollute

And laugh


We’re superior

To them


They say

Their renewed anger

May turn to collapse mankind.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

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