Oh! Behemoth tyrant set her free
From the cage
of her plight she’s trapped in,
Fields of
coal cannot end the hunger
And rivers of
oil cannot quench the parched,
Seas full of the perished and soil lacking air
lungs smoking gun and ash from fire,
he, who must pay the price for the greed
and the crime will bring his demise,
one shall not questions its power
its force will submerge you under water
Note- I wrote this poem for a friend of mine but it does speaks a volume of my thoughts.
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