SALVAGE OR PERISH

Awaiting the soulful songs of the birds I started to stroll down the lane,

the lane, where my childhood I spent, somehow beckons me again.

reliving the days of the broken teeth and scraped knees covered in dirt

the skilled cartwheels over the grass and the feeling that nothing could ever hurt.

The amazing swing of the banyan root, the sweet smell of the weeds,

the lovely flowers and beautiful birds, the buzzing of the bees.

These memories make me run faster, faster than ever before,

wanting to see it again somehow; because to wait longer, I could no more.

Then suddenly my feet drop dead,

the earth beneath my feet cease to exist;

the wind too seemed to mourn the demise,

and I could feel the tears shed by the skies.

The green landscapes are now all gone

with huge concrete it's been replaced.

What had once been my lovely home,

what once had been my peaceful space.

Memories washed in no time to spare

it seems as if no one anymore cares,

cares about my sweet little heaven

heaven with which no beauty compares.

The cruel human has won again,

again and again he seems to win

Conquering every land and heath,

winning over the green land beneath.

Tainted is the soul and sinned is the man,

who cuts down the woods, just because he can.

Listening to the Babel of jarring voices among the victors,

I feel disgusted and disgruntled to be a part of this human race.

Today I can hear the plea of the vanquished I can hear the sullen silence of despair.

What man is doing to nature is, for sure, certainly beyond any repair.