Retribution
Retribution


The CEO woke up with a start at
3'O clock.
The city is still dark and still
He is terrified of the dream
Becoming a regular nightmare
For the man, fat and bald:
The city goes under extreme flood
All roads choked and clogged
His dream city of skyscrapers and
Subways, built by his company called
Central Metropolitan
Authority that
Destroys wetlands and salt pans and forests
With glee, all
In the name of expansion, progress and upward March.
"I see, in the dream, I can forget not: the streets
Regrowing bare stumps on the concrete surface
s
The stumps that were once green trees and
Nude hills, flattened, erupting again in sand storms
And watery grave for the marooned citizenry
The angry waters guzzling homes and cars
And me, dripping with fresh blood, mud, and slime."
It is grim reaper going by another name, says his old mother.
A death unleashed on others by your brazen disregard
And cold-blooded murder of silent nature
The tree-stumps and dry wetlands have come back
To seek revenge for the brutal annihilation by the
Selfish predators that walk the degraded earth.