Breaking its beak it bleeds
For some wood, it pleads
Is it still the ‘Iron-age’?
And no heart to heed!
Stands those sky-scrappers
In affair with the sky with no air
For air is “conditioned”
To ruin the nature and not to spare
Pecking the glass and the alumin-clad
And on the walls of concrete
It got hurt very bad
No luck to chuck some wood
For the wood pecker
Like “Stop minting pennies,
To stop a needy beggar”
Think and ink the nature
Resources go dried
Signing off the future
It can’t fly to a corner cabin
Nor could it claim medical expense
It’s an offense to steal
And you have no time to heal
Carbon clouds are a copy
Of your plans that went ‘floppy’
Here you have an outcome
To global warming…
Give a warm welcome
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