Comes the white man asking for more
Greedyy to take things home
He made a ship out of me
When I look at my journal at times, I'm surprised by what I write. Reading out the below lines, I was surprised on why I wrote this. This is about nature but, very incoherent. Putting it here to reflect more in the future.
Grazed out the house
And cleared out the land
As white man put the line on the roads
He needed me to support down
Didn't end with the down
But also covered everything with me
The cut the trees and drop away in Ganga
If monkey eats one fruti
What should it eat the rest of the time.
The scavengers on road
The carcass is all there lying around