Thursday, June 4, 2020

Mother Earth


I can't breathe, 
as my lungs is filled with bricks,  
mixed with sand and cement. 
I can't move, 
as my legs are broken, 
to make loot houses. 
I can't be clean, 
as I bath in drainage, 
mixed with chemicals.
I can't live, 
as I lost my greens, 
and looted by many. 

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