The Gold Rush
By Oviya P
A clank as the pickaxe hits the gold chunk
Beauty of nature turned into a wasteland
Ruthless as they destroy with no remorse
Mindless miners raiding what is meant to be a gift
Trees fall as they meet their demise
The earth's cries unheard by the thieves
Beads of sweat fall to the ground
Nature barely breathing as if it were suffering from pneumonia
Greed
Overworking
Tiresome work
Air unbreathable but after all, they made this mess