In Bangladesh I watch the dark rains down
soaking with scant care both good men and bad
deluging habitats for them to drown
in messy muddy quags deep stained brown
their huts awash with thrashing frothy scad.
In Bangladesh I watch the dark rains down.
Floats past in frantic foam an eiderdown.
Flood waters sing of Jerimiad
deluging habitats for them to drown.
Is there still anyone living uptown?
Drifts past me a soggy Upanishad.
In Bangladesh I watch the dark rains down
Thw water's revenge fizzing floods do crown
drenching wetness, people hit hard unclad
deluging habitats for them to drown.
Will this poem give you cause to frown
as our climate erupts. Are we so mad?
In Bagladesh I watch the dark rains down
deluging habitats for men to drown.
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