The progress’ claws possess the poison
And cage the one as if he could
Acknowledge path that now is chosen,
Betray the last of nature’s wood.
The green of grass, the blue of water
Are turned to past, now they are doomed, —
The human race now tend to slaughter,
No longer is the cypress bloomed.
The sense of evil deeds' emboldened,
And I can only stay behind —
The days of Earth began to olden —
Another land will not we find.
The 14 of April, 2016
The progress claws possess the poison
© Copyright: Артур Барышев, 2016
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