Your ‘sigh-tempests’ and ‘tear-floods’
Are precious treasures in this desert,
Where dinosaurs in human forms
Devour trees, the earth’s treasures.
They badly bleed but men don’t see,
Or how down their tears slowly flow;
They only see the coaxing dollar-bills,
The falling, floating, handsome bills.
Cry, my son, shed more ‘tear-floods’;
Sigh, so high and blow ‘sigh-tempests’
Till wild they grow and spread wide,
And melt the monsters’ cold hearts.
Copyright © Dec. 27, 2018, Newton Ranaweera
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