"greeny" poems
Kumasi, the Tree City,
The Kingdom City with a divine eagle
Standing bravely on a mighty stick,
The unquestionable love that embraces
The soul of the arch enemy,
The tradition that swallows
The ancient courage and modern pride,
Kumasi, the Tree City,
The mighty city that lies under
The flying wings of the
Beautiful Okumanin tree,
The golden city of the Western Sudan
Planted by the arm of the Almighty,
You are truly the dwelling
Abode of unity and majesty,
Kumasi, the Tree City,
The echoes of your ancestral spirits
Do not sleep nor slumber
You that provides a comfortable
Seat for the grandson of
The almighty Krobea Asante Kotoko,
The modern pride of the great
Ancient mother of Yaa Asantewaa,
Kumasi, the Tree City,
The great son of the vulture,
Otomfuo Osei Tutu, may not
Appreciate your present
State of modernization,
For you have surrounded
T he Golden Stool with
Carelessness and filth,
Your crime rate has swept
Away the memories of
The great Okomfo Anokye,
Kumasi, the Tree City,
Oh, the inhabitance under the protective
And motherly wings of the great tree,
The Ayoko kingship deserves a clean land,
This great city must regain
Her serene and inviting sweet-scented
Greeny and stable environment,
For mother Ghana has always
Pride herself in your glory and dignity,
Kumasi, the Tree City,
The precious eye of Asanteman,
Never deny your former glory,
Oh, the pride of West Africa
You still have what it takes
To be the Garden City of West Africa,
You are Oseikrom indeed,
Okumaninase, the capital city of Kwaman,
The heart of the Republic of Ghana.
© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: [email protected]
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 6:25 AM UTC
Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush
That overhung a molehill large and round,
I heard from morn to morn a merry thrush
Sing hymns to sunrise, and I drank the sound
With joy; and often, an intruding guest,
I watched her secret toil from day to day—
How true she warped the moss to form a nest,
And modelled it within with wood and clay;
And by and by, like heath-bells gilt with dew,
There lay her shining eggs, as bright as flowers,
Ink-spotted over shells of greeny blue;
And there I witnessed, in the sunny hours,
A brood of nature’s minstrels chirp and fly,
Glad as the sunshine and the laughing sky.
2.4k
royal rulers mighty roar,jungle dwellers all in awe,mountain,bush, pasture, plain,reigns supreme his domain.but...could this kingdom cat compare,on close cut grasses greens of fair?would he fill ten holes for fun?bag nine birdies, not just one.does he stroke a lengthy club?balls that swing thro greeny shrub,best perfecting all he masters,dimpled ***** inbag with castors.would he ryd-her cup of love? use two hands, just one glove?could he bunk-her in the rough?wedge it, chip it, putt the muff.could he ease the game with foreplay?drive it homeward up the fairway,does he eye the aim while kneeling?as caddy guides his pole to feeling,so who's the top dog ***** cat?won't take long to answer that,would lion do it if he could?i know for sure......tiger wood
Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 11:32 AM UTC
A merry forest pig was he
he woke up very early and hunted until three
snorting, sniffing, the air he's whiffing
never is he ruffled, only focused on his truffles
He goes **** rumping
grunt, grunting for truffle - O's!
Wild he runs and trots the greeny forest
with a jolly jig he wriggles and digs
his cloven hooves moving dirt like lightening
hunt, hunting for truffle - O's!
When at last he finds his gourmet morsels
a squeal is heard and fly the birds
clear from the forest, a happy hog
a squealing song of treasures found, his beloved
Truffle - O's!
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 5:02 PM UTC
Years and months of tidy weather.
A sunny and partly sandy time
Where did it all go? The breath?
There was no rain on my heart!
There was no greeny leaves on my garden
Like the desert with deserted heart
Then there was a rainy cyclone
It poured out with a thundering storm
The first day storm was cool and calm.
The second day was with heavy lightening
Why does it sound like thunder & blow like a lightening
There grew a little tiny seed inside the sand
The wet, rainy, eroded sand gave a little light of life.
The patchwork of the untamed desert;
The cyclone doesn't last long, knew the desert;
Could it be more alluring & enduring?
Do you say no to a thunder storm on a desert?
The desert cooled and calmed.
The rays of hopes & the pointy days with blacky clouds
Cloude move but not the rain;
Everyday it rained; somedays were sunny;
Desert knew the rain will stop one day.
But it started believing that the rain will last.
On a day when the rain went to the deepest of the sands.
How could there be water on a unwatered area?
Melted the poor sunny day light desert.
Then the subsequent day it stopped raining suddenly;
It was all sunny, dry and hot again.
But it was not like the time before the cyclone.
There was wet in the deep sand.
There was a leefy seed with blossomed flower;
All of them in despair, in confusion, terror.
It was a catastrophe for the desert's soul.
The cyclone will never know what made this catastrophe;
For it never looked back at the desert's aftermath;
The desert got the new ray of acceptance;
It actually grew and groomed, made more of itself;
Spread more cacti, cactus & wildflowers;
It was dry on daylight & cool at night;
The stars & the sun grew brighter on the desert.
The desert started making more of sandstorms & laughed;
It was what it was & what it will be with or without the rain.
The desert know that now. It's a good thought;
The desert is overwhelmed with joy & happiness;
For it will find it's own companion one day who stays;
But the desert thought sometimes;
"one last time, will you rain again?"
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 8:05 AM UTC
immensity
wealth of life and beauty
could fathom nobody
but stand in awe
greeny rice fields
nature in wonderment
within....reconnecting...
... i am
the breath
the mind
the body
the spirit
at peace ... within
Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 2:41 AM UTC
Her brother's
vinegar-soaked-oven-baked
conker
conquering all other
conkers.
The moment held on a a string
before swinging to collision
like a cartoon
pOW!wOW!baMMM!
She cuts her chestnut
carefully in two.
The popped out conker
...her baby
in its greeny spiky
pram.
She talks to it.
Kisses it.
"Shhhh...baby a sleeep!"
Her brother's marble
a blue and cold world
propelled by a swift deft flick
of a bitten-to-the- quick thumb
the little blue world inches
relentlessly towards
scattering all be-
-fore it:
when worlds
collide.
A solar system
destroyed.
He now
the conquerer of conquerers.
She
places her marble
gently in her other
spiky green pram
like she's rearing
an alien.
She's got two babies.
One a conker...the other a marble.
She takes good care
of both of them.
Worries about
their well being.
Loving them for what
...they are.
She watches the world
through the eye of the marble
a tiny blue universe
held in her palm.
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 5:25 PM UTC
O, how I admire the flower larkspur
Anytime I sit on the greeny meadows in despair!
Larkspur, a beautiful, lovely fragrant flower thou art with other flowers I compare.
Moments unforgettable in blooms berry, larkspur!
Jasmine, daisy and lily of the valley, the flowers that care
Larkspur, a flower so dear and rare
Admired at the sight of bloom, but forgotten soon at noon, blur
O, how I long to smell the sweet fragrance of larkspur in the time I spare
Of all natures beautiful flower is larkspur
The symbol of love, binding couples so dear
The uniqueness of larkspur I cannot compare
So clearly depicting the true nature of love I declare, sincere
The bride’s bouquet hailed, kissed and preferred but at noon, marred
Symbolizing the truth of love, I pondered, larkspur
Love, so unrequited and err
Fleeting love, takes wings, stirred, like a butterfly on larkspur
Gear towards love's hidden truth, clear
Everything in larkspur has a lesson to spare, stare!
Attractive, adorable, wonderful, sweet scented flower, larkspur
Gorgeously adorned on the bride’s hair; in fair to glare
Rose flower and larkspur, a perfect pair!
Unrequited love, so impaired and blur
Stained by man’s feeble love affair, bizarre.
Larkspur, not a flower mere; to the brokenhearted, repair
The brokenhearted's nightmare, larkspur!
Flaring mixed moments of happiness of the lover’s vows, glare
Drawing sad tears to the eyes, where vows are broken, there!
Stare at the wedding pictures in eyes blur, here…
The shining diamond ring and the beautiful bridal bouquet; larkspur, tears incur
Now, fleeting love mystery and vanity bare
True perfect love non - existent; rare, but where?
Sphere of unrequited love revolve around me, as I stare at this larkspur, now aware!
Augustus Quaicoe
Oct 24, 2020
Oct 24, 2020 at 4:25 PM UTC
Fingers locked
in female hands
a riddle
like legs free of clothes
crumpled jumpers
in a corner
resembling a salad
of what-the-hell-went-on
last night greeny-reds.
Dolled up
bees' knees
next time
not a person to impress
or dazzle with a fedora
top-shelf aftershave
charcoal-black shoes
gobbling this week's wages.
Miss your mouth
completely
see if you tick
the thirty-one boxes
know nail polish
birthdays
better than second-hand
lips and teeth and tongues
and lips
stash wit in a drawer
humour under the bed.
Spot the odd one out
like finding a disease
in a bloodstream
always observe
an owl in the room
watch others hurl feelings
I miss you's about
gobbledygook
resort to stories
only your pillow knows
they want the fire
not a lonely snowman.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC
Nature is everything
From tiny protozoa to the largest whale
Even the simplest insects
Contain elegent complexity
Beauty in even the most ugly beast.
Peaceful, quiet and beautiful is Nature calm,
Like a natural healing balm,
From the largest beast to the smallest fly;
Under Mother Nature’s air so sweet and high!
The mist, the moon, the stars, and the night,
Are Mother Nature’s biggest delight!
The light, the sun, the rays,
And light of the first morning’s day,
Are all a part of beauty;
Nature is a beautiful treasure to see!
Nature is my favorite theme,
The morning is Mother Nature’s greatest scheme!
The leaves are falling from the trees,
And land inside the blue-green seas.
Blue-greeny seas and red firey stars
Dancing fish and snarling wolves
A little red fox trotting across cold snow
A flash of bold crimson in an icy white land
The aurora borealis and corona of the sun
The swirl of galaxies floating unfettered
Crashing into one another and stars dancing between them
Even these touch upon nature
A sort of large scale metaphor for the people of Earth
The whole of Mother Nature,
Her essence, and the ideas around her
Stretching into the greatest star and the smallest seed
The essence of life subtly covers all
Echoing the shapes and spirals
Mountains high and valleys low,
Spiders and creepy crawlies
Soft minxes and gentle pachyderms
A world of life in even the tiniest
Drop of water or crumb of dirt
All this beauty and wonder
Falls in Gaia's realm
A sunrise in the sky,
Birds chirping in the trees so high,
The sun reflecting on the sandy shore;
It also hits the forest floor.
The hot and dry desert with scorching sand,
The long miles of vast-bare land,
Only a few birds chirp in the air;
There’s no water over there!
The mountains of powder white,
Are so pretty even at night,
When owls do roam and birds doth sleep;
In trees on mountains steep.
Cats that are a homeless stray,
Still walk onward even in the cold day,
They sleep outside at night;
No one should make them homeless they have no right!
Mother Nature mourns when she sees cats not treated kind,
Still she walks onward through the wind,
She looks onward crying;
Watching sick animals dying.
Help this earth become a better one,
Until then our work may never be done,
The sun may never fade away;
Or the sky ever become gray,
But help keep Mother Nature from crying;
As she watches sick animals dying.
Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 5:39 PM UTC
Nature is everything
From tiny protozoa to the largest whale
Even the simplest insects
Contain elegent complexity
Beauty in even the most ugly beast
Peaceful, quiet and beautiful is Nature calm,
Like a natural healing balm,
From the largest beast to the smallest fly;
Under Mother Nature’s air so sweet and high!
The mist, the moon, the stars, and the night,
Are Mother Nature’s biggest delight!
The light, the sun, the rays,
And light of the first morning’s day,
Are all a part of beauty;
Nature is a beautiful treasure to see!
Nature is my favorite theme,
The morning is Mother Nature’s greatest scheme!
The leaves are falling from the trees,
And land inside the blue-green seas.
Blue-greeny seas and red firey stars
Dancing fish and snarling wolves
A little red fox trotting across cold snow
A flash of bold crimson in an icy white land
The aurora borealis and corona of the sun
The swirl of galaxies floating unfettered
Crashing into one another and stars dancing between them
Even these touch upon nature
A sort of large scale metaphor for the people of Earth
The whole of Mother Nature,
Her essence, and the ideas around her
Stretching into the greatest star and the smallest seed
The essence of life subtly covers all
Echoing the shapes and spirals
Mountains high and valleys low,
Spiders and creepy crawlies
Soft minxes and gentle pachyderms
A world of life in even the tiniest
Drop of water or crumb of dirt
All this beauty and wonder
Falls in Gaia's realm
A sunrise in the sky,
Birds chirping in the trees so high,
The sun reflecting on the sandy shore;
It also hits the forest floor.
The hot and dry desert with scorching sand,
The long miles of vast-bare land,
Only a few birds chirp in the air;
There’s no water over there!
The mountains of powder white,
Are so pretty even at night,
When owls do roam and birds doth sleep;
In trees on mountains steep.
Cats that are a homeless stray,
Still walk onward even in the cold day,
They sleep outside at night;
No one should make them homeless they have no right!
Mother Nature mourns when she sees cats not treated kind,
Still she walks onward through the wind,
She looks onward crying;
Watching sick animals dying.
Help this earth become a better one,
Until then our work may never be done,
The sun may never fade away;
Or the sky ever become gray,
But help keep Mother Nature from crying;
As she watches sick animals dying.
Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 6:21 PM UTC
i saw the autumn leaves
f
A
L
l
like downy rain. they crinkled and fell softly to the Green earth.
silently surrendering their souls to a
GRAVE
of brown ashes.
simple stories, they all possessed
tragic in nature...
the green leaf filled with ENvy, cried out, "why should the brown fall first, why not I!"
He lay alone to fall by his lonesome self, turning brown as he imagined, only to fall by himself like a lonely book on an aching self.
the orange one desired to be like the sun, she saw the dawn a glow with ORANGE delight, and wanted to fly up there in the bluey sky...
the red loved her soft home amongst the tallest branch
she out cried as he let her go, to fall among the ashes of others, her beauty was FINE,
only at a glance. It died as she drifted farther from her last chance...
the one that mesmerized me the most, was the Brown one,
He D R I F T E D across the morning air
dreaming of a long awaited rest.
d
he had dangled and F e
l A t
o
from,
west to east
his journey was
L O N G.
but he found no wrong in his life,
only joy,
he cared no more of Vanity, or GREED, or the wonders of the Sky.
he had lived his life in these heights and he long to rest among the Greenly pastures of life.
God blew a soft wind and lifted him off course,
he now drifted to the greeny land and laid there, in pure
BLISS
he was not worried of the fall or his homely grave, he dreamed of the simple pleasures of this Bark filled home and drifted away
like an aerial nomad in gay nature.
Unlike the others, the brown leaf was blessed to die among the soft green ground,
a blessing for a humble spirit, cheerful at HearT.
as the other men walked along the thoroughfare,
i watched the autumn leaves f
a
l
l
, like the spirit of the browny leaf,
i was humbled and very happy
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC
Intro: C G7 C G7 E7 D7 G7
C G7
Shine away your bluesies,
C G7
Why don't you shine, start with your shoesies;
E7 Am7 C7
Shine each place up, make it look like new,
D7 G7
Shine your face up, I want to see you wear a smile or two.
C G7
Cause my skin's light creamy,
C G7
Just because my eyes are greeny;
E7 Am7 C7
Just because I lack some shade of brown,
D7 F7
Don't stop me from funking down when I funk uptown... Funk!
C G7
Cause I dig rap music,
E7 Am7 C7
With jazz and blues I boogie all the time;
F Cdim
Just because I jive to Reggae,
C A7 D7 G7
That's the reason, Baby, why they call me...
C G7
***** watches ice hockey,
C G7
****** he likes to copy.
E7 Am7 C7
I'm Caucasian, the abbreviation won't do,
D7 G7
Drop the name tags, see me the way you want me seeing you.
C G7
Why don't you shine, your these and thoseies,
E7 Am7 C7
You'll find everything's gonna turn out fine;
F Cdim. C
Folks will shine up to ya, everybody's
A7
gonna howdy-doody do ya;
D7 G7 C
You'll make the whole world shine.
C G7
So, clap your hands, shout Hallelujah,
E7 Am7 C7
You'll find everyone's much the same inside;
F Cdim
You know we all share blame,
C A7
Don't “Howdy-doody Whitey” cause that ain't my name,
D7 G7 C
And we'll turn the world colour blind.
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 4:49 PM UTC
My teeth are smiling back at me
From a glass beside the bed
I wonder "Do they look that bad"
"When they're positioned in my head?"
They looked all kind of cloudy
***** brown, and green
I think I need to change the way
I make my teeth get clean
Right now I use polident
To make my choppers shine
But, if this is the way that they turn out
I'm embarrassed that they're mine
I took them out and washed them off
I stuck them in a glass of bleach
I thought, "This will make them whitey white"
The colours will all leech
Out of my clean choppers
And will brighten up my smile
Then you'll see me from afar
Well, at least a half a mile
I left them for two hours
and they came out brown and green
I thought, they look no better now
They look totally obscene
I even took to painting them
A glorious shade of white
I left them on my workbench
To dry and harden overnight
They still look brown and greeny
Like they were buried in the yard
I swear, I've never had a thing
That's made me work so hard
I cannot put them in my mouth
with out cleaning off the crud
It's looks like I am smiling
With a mouth that's full of mud
I took a pad of wire wool
And scrubbed them like you do
They didn't get much brighter
But, now at least...they're blue
I went down to the chemists
To get something for my teeth
I needed something powerful
To relieve me of my grief
The chemist said "please shut your mouth"
"You're scaring all who passes"
"Your teeth are oh so snowy white"
"The dirt is on your glasses!!"
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 11:05 AM UTC
After breakfast
after doing shopping
for your mother
you met Fay on the grass
in front of Banks House
and you lay there
looking up at the summer sun
and white clouds
and the sound of trains
shunting
over by the railway yard
and Fay said
my daddy says
I’m to be able to recite
the Pater Noster in Latin
by the time
he gets back
from his work travelling
what the heck’s
the Pater Noster?
You asked
looking at her sideway
her pale features
catching your eyes
her blue eyes
gazing at the sun
it’s the Our Father in English
she said
what’s the big deal?
You said
doesn’t God
understand English?
sure He does
she said
but Daddy wants me
to learn the Latin
he said all good
Catholic girls
need to know
their Latin
what’s kiss my ****
in Latin?
You asked
she looked at you
and laughed shyly
and said
I don’t know
ask your dad
You said
I wouldn’t dare
she said
looking away
back at the sky
does he know Latin
your dad?
You asked
some he does
she replied
but he wouldn’t know that
I shouldn’t think
maybe
you should learn that
and say that you him
instead of the Pater Noster
she looked anxious
I wouldn’t dream of it
she said
and as you both lay there
on the grass
she moved her leg
and you saw
a blue bruise
on her thigh
turning greeny yellow
but you said nothing
of that but talked
how your old man
had made you
a blue metal money box
to keep your pocket money in
and she listened in silence
her pale features
and blue eyes
holding your eyes
as you spoke
looking along
her lime coloured dress
at the leg showing
the bruise still there
like a fallen fruit
and she smelt of apples
freshly picked
and held to the nose
better go
she said
best learn this Latin
before his return
and off she walked
across the grass
waving to you
as she went
and you blew her a kiss
from your palm
but she had gone
but at least
You said
gazing at the sky
it’d been sent.
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 5:05 AM UTC
Before my father died I bought a ***
with a small plant, a fragile sapling
with pale green dotted leaves. He came
to my place to see me, bringing a slice
of watermelon with jagged green stripes
on its rind. He placed it in the fridge and
looked at me, asking with stern eyes: “Do
you forgive me?” I didn’t understand his
words and I answered “Yes” with all my
heart, stabbed by his stare that moment.
He died a few days later, after calling me on
the phone, saying that I should move into
another house. I did that, taking with me
from that place my small green plant beginning
to rise. I placed it on my desktop, letting it grow...
leaf after leaf from her thin stem, like a stairway.
Eight years passed and she’s my only child, my
only friend, my only lover. She grew steadily
and slowly, I changed her compost a few times.
She’s still here, my small calico greeny treasure.
Two years ago I became a proud grandmother
for three new shoots, stemming at her feet.
I had to tie it to a plastic stick to help it grow up
And when I look at it I still can see my father’s
eyes, taking hold of my heart.
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 10:05 AM UTC
There is the tree--
it juts out of the earth,
a sword in the stone.
Alone in a field
of green grass, alone
amongst the flowers,
the emboldened
plumage.
The leaves, greeny finery,
ancient and reborn
age after age,
sag beneath the weight
of the breeze
and the clouds.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC
REMEMBER WHEN YOU WERE FLOATING IN THE SKY,
SO FAR ABOVE THE GROUND WHEN YOU COULD FLY,
THE COLOURS WERE GREENY BLUE WITH A LIGHT HUE,
YOU COULD NOT LAND, THERE WAS NOTHING YOU COULD DO.
REMEMBER HOW THAT YOU DIDN'T WANT TO WAKE,
NOTHING TO TOUCH YOU AND NO ONE TO SHAKE,
YOU COULD SEE JANE WATERING THE GARDEN FLOWERS,
IT WAS EASY TO GUIDE WHEN YOU HAD SPECIAL POWERS.
A WHISPER IN THE EAR PRODUCED A YELLOW BREEZE,
MADE THEM BELIEVE AND GET DOWN ON THEIR KNEES,
I BLEW A FLUFFY CLOUD AND GAVE THEM ALL RAIN,
IT PASSED QUICKLY AND THEN THE SUN CAME AGAIN.
I REMEMBERED IT ALL WHEN I WAS A BOY,
NOW THERE'S NO MORE TIME LEFT TO FLY AND ENJOY.
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 12:15 PM UTC
From village to village
throughout the country...
village is turning
turning round
one greeny path
away sing sound
in the farm of green sun tree
from village to village
throughout the country....
Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 12:13 AM UTC
crusty crispy crabby shrimpy scallopsy
meaty cheesy peppery greeny reddy
mushroomy creamy saucey
yummy tummy fully full
--- now sleepy
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 9:52 AM UTC
How high can you swing?
Helen asked
high as the clouds
I said
she frowned
bet you can't
she said
I'll show you
I said
and so we went
to Jail Park
via Bath Terrace
and took up 2 swings
next to each other
and we pushed off
the ground and off
we went and she said
high as a cloud?
I bet not
and so I swung
back and forward
and higher and higher
and she beside me
pushing herself
as high she she could
her brown sandals
and white socks
(greyish)
pointing skyward
and her greeny dress
flapping in the air
and my black
scuffed shoes
reaching for the sky
my grey socks
poking out
at the ends
of my blue jeans
my arms linked
the chains
of the swing
and I pulled
back and forth
and she did likewise
but slower
and I said
I am touching
the clouds see
no you're not
you're no where near
she said
she lay back and then
shot forward
pushing the chains
of her swing
as she went
then she fell backwards
and her legs caught
in the chains
held her there dangling
and I jumped off
(nigh breaking my neck)
and stopped her swing
and there was blood
in her hair
and she was crying
and I picked her up
and dusted her down
and took out
an old handkerchief
and dabbed her head
and it went red
and she hobbled with me
to the first aid lady
in the small building
over by the edge
of the park
and she said
o what have we here?
she fell off the swing
I said
and Helen was crying
and I sat her down
in a chair
and held my handkerchief
to her reddening hair.
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 6:02 AM UTC
The World talks about pollution
But still there is no solution
The world behind is so green
But the fire and smoke make it grim
Oh! there was a beautiful linden
But the hazy smoke made it hidden
Presuming the world will end one day
And there would be no body even to say
The smoke was so much pernicious
Which turned into distress and was serious
Tis our obligation not to feel ignominy
But to look forward to make the earth greeny
This smoke will make us one day motionless
If we do pollution and remain being careless
Let me warn you it is a slow poison
Even more dangerous than the nuclear fusion!!!
At night the fire became so intense
That gave a scene of joy and tense
In pale moonlight it looked so grey
Which was due to the burning of ******* and hay
The smoke arose and arose so high
That covered the stars in the sky
Oh! God I wish it should go to space
And save some years for the earth to face
Sep 1, 2019
Sep 1, 2019 at 12:31 PM UTC