Our woods groves thickets all lie ransacked,
trees where we roost so mercilessly hacked.
Lakes brooks rivers creeks drained of life,
we fail to fathom purpose for such strife.
We foresee no recourse but to declare war,
and seek vindication in deeds we abhor.
No devouring insects to start off protests,
no slaying rodents your food crop pests.
No pollinating flowers that yield your fruit,
no seed dispersal to bring new life to root.
No more droppings to fertilize your crops,
no waste scavenging to pull out all stops.
Finally we will gobble all fruit grains greens,
then we will see how you live without means!
– Narendra Nayak © 2018
Superb! The pictures complementing the poem very well. The poem is strong and hits hard. Is that a pigeon?
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Thank you so much; I’m glad you liked the post and my thought behind it.
Yes, it is a pigeon – not many passerines have eyes as mesmerisingly beautiful as it does!
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Angry Bird indeed. And thought provoking.
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Wah…. ☺keep writing..
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Thank you so much!
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