Money in our cities, money in our towns.
Money everywhere, it’s bringing us down.
All these corporate clowns…
Exploiting nature reserves for fresh printed cash,
They cut down nature with a bash.
They say for money they strive,
But shouldn’t we be content and thrive?
We know these plants are alive!
Killing animals is their occupation,
They turn the creatures into decoration,
Burning down trees for a living,
Yet they pray for nature at Thanksgiving?
Respecting the world is our duty,
We must bring back it’s beauty.
We can’t postpone this much longer,
We have to get stronger,
And clear this huge mess –
A stain on nature’s special dress.
A r n a v - W r i t e s 
Dear Arnav, I can see that you were inspired by the visit of Donavan Christopher (aka Rappaman) just after Songkran. The sentiments behind your words are so worth having and hopefully more people on our planet will start to think about the future and not just the here and now. Perhaps then, things will start to change and improve – we can but hope. I enjoyed the way that you used the rhymes to link your ideas, which have been written down in a very imaginative way. A lovely poem, well done. 🙂
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