Let us hear her gushing in the wood:
this was the stream that went in spate
and wrecked so much
Was it nature? Was it man?
The lakes, them old receptacles,
they are shrinking like grandma's grin.
Everywhere the invasive species:
it's called development, the hyacinth
whose pollen are now all over.
It's what we need, advances the glitter:
into the paddy fields,
swallowing up the marshlands
onward, onward, we go, out
into the sea sands,
we claim the skies, we are rising
It's measured in high-rises and
encroachments on embankments.
Write, write, in those towers of Babel
all the babble, those ******* codes
them the world so loves.
settlements be shanty towns,
We need making cars for all over.
Here in India.
Development, we need it.
havoc a few not a big price, now?
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC
Let us hear her gushing in the wood:
this was the stream that went in spate
and wrecked so much
Was it nature? Was it man?
The lakes, them old receptacles,
they are shrinking like grandma's grin.
Everywhere the invasive species:
it's called development, the hyacinth
whose pollen are now all over.
It's what we need, advances the glitter:
into the paddy fields,
swallowing up the marshlands
onward, onward, we go, out
into the sea sands,
we claim the skies, we are rising
It's measured in high-rises and
encroachments on embankments.
Write, write, in those towers of Babel
all the babble, those ******* codes
them the world so loves.
settlements be shanty towns,
We need making cars for all over.
Here in India.
Development, we need it.
havoc a few not a big price, now?
We had the worst flooding in our city this year - but nobody is asking if this will not happen again next year.
I'm not questioning the need for progress or development - but rather, the greed for progress and development, unplanned and unregulated, unconcerned about environment and ecology...
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