When the world will end,
there will be nothing left to defend,
not a soul to befriend.
It is our greed,
that will end our breed.
Not earthquakes, not volcanoes,
not typhoons, not tsunamis,
not cyclones, not floods,
but it is our own greed
that will destroy our breed.
Alas the world doesn't understand!
We cut trees to make paper,
and on that very paper we write ''save trees''
Not meteor crashes, not ultra violent radiations,
but it is our own greed that will soon destroy our breed...
YOU ARE READING
Lyrical Lady
ŞiirThese are poems written by me in my various phases of life. I've decided to share it with the world. Give it a try, you might actually enjoy it...
