Book 4
Poetry for the mature mind. 🔞
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Oh how Mother nature plays her pranks, But humans learn only when it is too late. The heavens know what is yet to come, For angels and demons alike have heard all the stories before. Billowing cubic metres fill the morning air, Forever fish floating in rivers like the dead, All the trash you can see for kilometers ahead. The toxic traits of humanity purge what little hope was left.
And man had proudly claimed one day, We'll stop developing 'when it snows in spring.' Aye and now it has humans. Winter's raging on in defiance to your ways, Stand down human, Return our trees, And our forests and lakes. Restore our marshlands and open fields fo what it once was before.
Or this winter will run through for the year. And spring will be but a distant memory, That you will definitely be packaging in purfumed scents and little trinkets. After all, Man, when have you ever respected women?
