Who gives a damn about the crying man?
What about human beings they’re treated so mean
Some are more concerned about animals and beast
While they treat their own kind the (human race) the least
What about fair housing
What about unpaid student loans
Some politicians say “Squash that, our hearts are made of stone”
What about well paying jobs for all, that’s the greatest call
What about the environment, how much more abuse can it stand?
It’s not about cigarette smoke that’s destroying the ozone
It is man-made chemicals, halogens, chlorine and bromine that’s
Destroying the land
When it’s too late the crying man will dissipate
And those who turned their heads will meet their fate
Categories:
bromine, cry, environment, jobs,
Form: Didactic
While talking of verbs,
you become a noun, rigid name.
Exploding like a bromine mix.
A stinking salt.
A fish like whiff. Spirulina.
Entangles you in
filamentous grip. The
lady becomes a giant fish.
The fun of throwing a
curse. You want to change the
nomenclature. Of the sea.
It is now an extinct brine.
You are sinking amids?
shells. Hollow inside. No
thoughts. No movement.
A green vision only, blinking at night.
Satish Verma
Categories:
bromine, art,
Form: ABC