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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=484127" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>6 o'clock in the morning at KNAS gym</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i sit on the tenth stair of this public gym<br>of this university overlooking an oval<br>a field of green grass<br>circled by this road of sand and gravel<br>and muddy on some occasional rains</div><div style="margin:10px 0">three men all covered, head and body and feet<br>from a distance carry the sprayers<br>on their backs, the usual pesticide<br>to kill the army worms that attack the rice plants</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the air has turned poisonous, i can see the killer mist<br>around them as they keep on pumping the tubes at their backs<br>i ponder on the significance of men<br>poisoning its atmosphere, adulterating the freshest air in the morning<br>that nature has freely given</div><div style="margin:10px 0">some white herons come flying on some green spots of the field<br>perhaps eating the worms and bugs killed by the poisoned droplets<br>i guess with the poisoned worms for their diet<br>i have read sometime<br>their eggs will turn off-white, and the shells are weakened<br>and the chicks feed by their poisoned blood<br>may not even grow to be stronger birds</div><div style="margin:10px 0">some eggs will not experience hatching and the white herons<br>cannot do a thing about their misery</div><div style="margin:10px 0">some dogs too come by perhaps curious about the smell of the <br>morning air, <br>a black dog runs around the oval, a white dog stays lying<br>on one of the manmade dikes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the poisoning takes about an hour and when it is over <br>the men take of their clothes and wipe their bodies<br>on the same clothes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">some of them i heard have suffered diseases<br>like bloated livers and soft bones and they die without having<br>seen the right doctors, <br>they are poor hired workers of this college</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i look around me, the sun finally comes out<br>it is still a very fine day i suppose, the mist is gone, the rice plants<br>are greener than ever, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then i take my usual walk, thinking again, <br>for all that men do, poisoning and destroying nature, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">will there be revenge? retaliation? repercussion? <br>i am crazy. How can nature ever speak?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q>
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