coming up another high rise <br />on the gate they’re planting trees <br />the maker surely is wealthy and wise <br />to have stolen the lowly one’s breeze. <br /> <br />one more tower to eat up the sky <br />on the gate they’re planting trees <br />soon the goliath will raise its head high <br />to make rooms for the busy bees. <br /> <br />coming up a high rise gobbling open space <br />on the gate they’re planting trees <br />will blow a deadly kiss on the sky’s face <br />our breaths will be hell of a whiz. <br /> <br />how many trees can plant these men <br />to compensate for the air they decimate <br />robbing the blue for a handful’s gain <br />killing the open space with no regret.<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/killers-5/