The Stern Report is Published
The Twisted decayed Politicians
Slither furiously to suck the liquid from the words
Rapping to the sound of devastated Mountains
Singing the fury of the tsunami
Hallowed in the shadows of the hurricane.
Earthquakes have taken so may to death
Tears flood my eyes at the thought of the children
Heat beats skip and the pain of the almost dead.
Young men detonate themselves in the bazaars of the East
Sky becomes heavy.
We have known this for years
Now the Green issue is spoken of by an economist
Suddenly - the financial cost is too much to bare
The Human Cost has been known for some time
The power junkies
Make capital
So we should also make their punishment - capital.
We have sewn the wind.
We will summon the power to challenge
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem