Their cars breath out
the air,
we breath in.
Trees being chopped
sometime and somewhere.
Lands will be sliding
here and there.
We build and become rich
on the recycled
with leftovers never taken away.
Someone are starving
on their wasteland
without graves.
They drink
the milk
that we poisoned
our meals.
One spreads SARS.
A bird flies.
All may have H5N1 to 5.
Shops are franchised.
Wherever we travel,
it looks alike.
They spent for comfort and deluxe.
We pay with desire and blood.
All are drowning to living hells
in the same tsunami, end up.
They dream.
We scream.
In the same
Nightmare.
October 2008
