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Nov 2020
When all trees cease breath
and all rivers smell of death
Money means worthless.
Widespread destruction of lives, sources of income and natural habitats - happening in the Philippines and in other places in the world right now are products of human activities - worsening as climate change increasingly approaches the point of no return. It reminds me of the Cree Indian saying: "Only when the last tree has died and the last river been poisoned and the last fish been caught will we realise we cannot eat money." This haiku paraphrases it.
Jun Lit
Written by
Jun Lit  M/Los Baños, Philippines
(M/Los Baños, Philippines)   
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     Eshwara Prasad, mister truth and Jun Lit
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