These islands of verdant beauty
The gift of the Almighty God
Is now defiled, massacred
By the hands of greedy malignants
Whose power to defile
Is watched irresponsibly
By a certain department
Created to protect this wonderous nature
Is now nothing more
But a factory of permits!
Irresponsible in giving permits
To those who seek nothing more
Than the greenery of currency
Reeking havoc and violence
Into this jewel of God's creation
What wretched department!
A participant to the rampage.
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Poetry of the Furious
PoetryThere are things in life that frustrate, anger and saddens you. Things like the irritable people around you, the happenings in politics and current events, problems that continue to haunt you. I deal with these irritations by turning them into poetr...
