Crimes – a poem

Crimes against the planet,
we need a dragnet
to flush the invisible advisers out.
Those who want the stocks up, they say loud.
Pollution,
dilution of biodiversity.
Growing, bulking city
devouring the green,
against extinction what stands between?
Do we have to count om some teen,
to stand up for what’s right?
With the nations might,
they could fix this within a hundred years,
otherwise shedding will be there of tears.
Every hurricane that came,
mud stream did seem
burning forests,
melting ice caps.
You conquests,
playing for craps.

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