O Soil Poem by Sayeed Abubakar

O Soil

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Soil,
Don't be fertile more,
Don't be a mother;
Child-traffickers, like mad dogs,
Are moving everywhere.

Don't conceive any green more,
Don't conceive any forest;
The blue-eyed woodcutters, like butchers,
Are sharpening their axes.

O Soil,
Rather become a desolate graveyard,
Rather become a melancholic desert.

Monday, September 26, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: patriotism
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Poetheart Morgan 30 June 2013

Has come the time to think about Earth for all of us, not for some! Very well written Poet!

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Hazel Durham 30 June 2013

Brilliant write, the terrible abuse of innocent children and destruction of our fertile forests with evil around, its better to become a desolate graveyard with nothing to take or a melancholic desert with no growth to destroy! !

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Sayeed Abubakar

Sayeed Abubakar

Jessore / Bangladesh
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