I work hard day and night
Toiling all through the years
never a time for leisure all these years
I have made millions without fear
no not but billions something near.
Bequeathing it to my sons with love ardent
distributing to my grandchildren with a desire fervent.
reserving hefty revenue and great wealth
extensively to my progeny in stealth
not minding my failing health.
They would be a fortune for my sons greatly
would a treasure for my progeny substantially
I earn with a an earnestness and drive
destroying the streams and rivers in a dive
killing everything that are alive.
Dividing the fertile lands into plots
selling them for higher price in a slot
felling the trees irrationally
uprooting the hills callously
all for money incidentally.
Involving myself in sand mining
getting a handsome return in the inning
profits come from all directions
with sand, stones leading to a resurrection
land and water lending a correction.
Today my children buy potable water
with a land getting hotter and hotter
they travel far just to inhale fresh air
while their inhabitation has become bare
granting a negligible care.
As of now medical expenses drive them mad
they stare at me with anger and are sad
holding a grudge against me straight
and accuse me openly for a cause right
alleging that I have spoilt their life forthright.
( Pained by seeing the unmindful destruction of nature fro wealth, I wrote this poem.
It is a representative personification where the imagination gets ahead exploiting the anguish
and bitterness experienced)
Hmm…if you made the money…then you should be able to enjoy it…or at least take good care of yourself….once a child is grown they need to be very much on their own and prove their merit for any inheritance…just random thoughts engendered by your verse.
it is not my personal experience. It is an expression of the anguish I felt while seeing people destroy nature and earn billions.
Actually they have robbed their children of their wealth that would have naturally inherited.