BY ALEM HAILU
When birds on nearby
Big olive trees
A mellifluous music make,
Cognizant time for daybreak
I often used to get awake.
They always chirp
To say
“ Get up what is your plan
For today?”
Tragically, after
People recklessly
Felled down trees
Concrete jungles
To advance
I have missed for
The alarming bell
A chance.
A vicious cycle of drought
Makes the harvest naught.
Food insecurity
Has become
Some countries’ identity.
Rivers, which used to gallop,
Ebbing out, that trend
Has stopped.
Unlike in the past,
Walking without umbrella
No sane person can
For h/she will be
Victimized by the sun.
Nature, which
We used to bully,
Has become
Unruly !
Alas , unless one puts on
A glass
The reflection from a nearby
Tower’s environment –
not-friendly window
Could cast on one’s iris
A shadow.
In the past
Summer was summer
While winter winter
But now has taken their places
Gray matter.
The air was salubrious
But now it has said” Adieus!”
About climate change
THE ETHIOPIAN HERALD WEDNESDAY 20 JULY 2022
