When we wait too late
And we tempt fate
We invite
the full weight
of nature’s wrath
But do we wait
For when the kumul ceases to fly
And for when the cuscus sadly waits to die?
We keep on being deaf to the mangroves’ cry?
And fail to note in grandfather’s eyes
a bewildered why...?
We unashamedly sell our souls
And our first love for something foul
E’en when the hook is exposed through the bait
We keep on swimming to the stinker
And swallowing it hook line and sinker
We sure are quick footed towards hell…….
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