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No Love For Nature Or Man

Far-reaching the flames engulfed the remote forest,
Impetuous haste of wild dogs to grasslands,
Resonant croaks of ravens with burned feathers;
Escape from death, fleeing into the darkness of night. 
The arsonist had no love for Nature or Man;
he started the fire to appease his pleasure,
he'll be eternally damned for burning down 
the forest: to every creature it was a treasure.
He didn't feel sorry for the leaping wildcat,
for the huddled owls that were soundly sleeping, 
for the wingless butterflies that fell on his hat;
how could he justify a behavior so horrifying?  
The police found him dead by the ash-filled pound,
he struggled for breath writhing on the hot ground.    


Written on 4/23/2016

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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