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12:00 AM, November 14, 2019 / LAST MODIFIED: 12:00 AM, November 14, 2019

Untitled environmental disaster

The chilly winds of early November

Or the lack thereof,

The haze in the air and the dust in my breath,

Hear my stifled cough.

 

Your tall buildings and your fast moving cars –

The day’s tech is a marvel.

Mother Earth’s grave is on Earth itself

And on that grave you build hell.

 

I pretend I know green, when my child never will,

Colours fade into a repressive grey.

There’s so much wrong, so much to fix,

No time, I cry, and I blow smoke away.

 

Azmin Azran is a sub-editor at SHOUT. Find him at azminazran@gmail.com  

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