poem-The Dead Crow

He saw a dead crow,
in a drain,
near the post office.

He saw an old  man,
gasping for air,
and a baby barely,
able to breathe,
in a crowded morning clinic.

This land is so rich,
Why should we suffer like this?

Iwant clean air,
for my grandchildre,
I want the damned fools,
to leave the forest alone.

I want the trees to grow,
Iwant the trees to run free,
and the earth covered with grass.

Let the politicians plan,
how we may live with dignity,
now and always.

BY FARRAH UMAH KHATTUL ANUAR

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