you don't listen
to my pleas before,
i told you to stop
with the smoke—
too dark, polluted,
you kept on littering
everywhere, you've got
no shame, no care,
cutting down branches
without remorse,
trashing the seas
scaring off the species,
turning the fields
into subdivisions,
more malls, less trees
really?
now i've got time
to breathe for a month,
to refresh and cleanse
to rest from all the pollutions
i had experienced,
don't abuse me again
after the quarantine
has been lifted.
s i n | "earth is screaming"
BINABASA MO ANG
sundown musings
Poetrya collection of poetries and prose. welcome to my soul. [highest achievement: #5 in spokenpoetry]
