Selasa, 6 Januari 2009

The Dead Crow...

He saw a dead crow
in a drain
near the post office.
He saw an old man
gasping for air
and a baby barely able to breathe
in a crowded morning clinic.
This land is so rich.
Why we suffer like this?


I want clean air
for my grandchildren.
I want the damned fools
to leave the forest alone.
I want the trees to grow,
the rivers run free,
and the Earth covered with grass.
Let the politicians plan how we may live with dignity,
now and always...


P/S: This poem is made by Abdul Samad Muhammad Said (A. Samad Said) Cuba dalami poem ni... pasti anda akan memahaminya.....(n_n)

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