Killers
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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coming up another high rise
on the gate they’re planting trees
the maker surely is wealthy and wise
to have stolen the lowly one’s breeze.
one more tower to eat up the sky
on the gate they’re planting trees
soon the goliath will raise its head high
to make rooms for the busy bees.
coming up a high rise gobbling open space
on the gate they’re planting trees
will blow a deadly kiss on the sky’s face
our breaths will be hell of a whiz.
how many trees can plant these men
to compensate for the air they decimate
robbing the blue for a handful’s gain
killing the open space with no regret.
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