Poor Rich Man
Birds fly,
fish swim,
animals run,
nature sings
the man out of tune ...
The sky turns blue,
the field turns green
the yellow desert,
nature lives
and the man kills ...
Life is power
the man cuts it,
life is God
the man ignores ...
The man is little, but
thinks he is everything ...!
Center of the universe !
Golden flesh,
Midas touch !
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2020
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