h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

History
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A broken pillar;
Rusty iron beams,
Scattered stone and sand,
Light of destruction,
The very light to see the past.

Today’s polished wall-
May be tomorrow’s debris,
The debris of some hopes.

Hope begets hope;
Goes no to the broken pillar,
The pillar of history,
What they were in our age;
A broken pillar will tell you the hidden story,
It’s HISTORY
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The last love
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The last glance of our love,
The last speech of our love;
It was just before the sunset,
We were on the same track.
You told nothing,
But I heard everything.
We were beneath the evening sky;
All the birds were sick for nest,
The last music of our untold speech;
It was of birds’ voice,
The birds those who got nets.
It was vain to wait for stars.
They tell nothing;
They can only hear,
Hear like me,
Hear the untold speeches of our love;
They perceived our last glance of love.
Let us free,
Let us free fro the bondage,
The bondage of love.
Let me touch,
Touch the last glance of our love;
The last speech of our love
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BBC World
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There are ninety-three TV channels;
Seven days leave,
A remote;
I decided not to go out.
From morning to night-
The channels guide,
Guide me hour after hour.
Sports!
Very interesting;
It’s the game to be pleased.
Movie!
Really amusing;
It’s the way to be pleased.
News!
Very knowledgeable;
I want more and more.
I rotated first to last,
Nothing can stop me except…
It was 60.
I always stopped at 60,
The channel speaks my heart;
The light takes me away, away from the bondage,
The bondage of religion, race and nation;
Make me aware-
What is humanity,
What is truth;
What is life,
The authentic life of the world;
It’s none but BBC World,
The final destination of television.
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Better Tomorrow
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Where the future is only tomorrow,
Nothing is important to possess.
A dinner is finished for next dinner;
A night responses the stars.
A bed keeps a family safe,
Safe in future,
The better tomorrow,
Less heat;
Few drops of water.
They don’t want to beg.
Oh Nature! They don’t want to beg.
Africa, the name of climate change.
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Dry Lives
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Life is wide enough to think,
Life is hard enough to feel;
Life is pity enough to touch.
It is life,
The life of east Africa.
Deaths of cattle are measured by children.
No milk,
Open chest;
Very tough chest.
Nutrition is the name of medicine,
The very medicine to live,
Live in the hospitals,
Live in the laps of mothers.
More often every two becomes one;
All the mothers return.
Dry dusty roads suck the tears.
Some mothers have two more children;
Who will be the next?
The terror looms in the silent hearts;
Wait for tomorrow.
It will be drops of water,
Or the drops of invisible blood.
Here life is wide, hard and pity.
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Let Live The Mother
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Two heats,
Inside and outside;
Scorching heat burns skin,
The skin of my outside world.

But here is dying life;
It burns my heart,
The inside world.

‘I can tolerate the outside heat,’
Mother said,
I create them in great difficulties;
They are my supreme inventions,
They are my children.
Please, don’t take them away,
They are the children of my burning heart,
They are the children of my blood;
The children of my hope.

I don’t need food;
Let them feed.
The little one sucks my breast;
There is nothing,
Nothing to come out.
It is dried up like the earth;
I am the doomed mother,
Mother like the soil of East Africa.

I cannot tolerate the heat inside.
Let me beg hope,
Hope to live like you,
And let live like you.
Please come on.
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Precious Smile
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Dark face,
White teeth;
Sweet smile,
Good contrast,
Contrast like day and night;
Contrast like the Saharan and Antarctica.

The child is skipping like a colt,
His foot steps count the pleasure of life,
The life of childhood East Africa.
Yesterday is death,
Today is his;
Tomorrow is his parents’.

The child takes meal four times,
Four times in four days;
He laughs,
He laughs in the stolen history of dark world,
The very world of the East Africa.

Let us see the smile,
Let us enjoy the skipping;
Let us read the story,
The story of climate change:
Rising heat, no food and dying lives.
But the child laughs,
Laughs for us.
Please help them.
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A Dry Thought
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‘Mom, this star could have been the sun,’
Pointing at the twinkling star,
The little child asked.
Speechless smile of the mother drew it near;
She hugged the little child,
Looking at the open face of starry heaven;
She thought little,
Told nothing.
But her untold speech rushed,
From the South Pole to North Pole;
America to India.
The stars are the cosmic elements;
The sun is the father of the world,
We are kids.
And the mother thought too…
Why we are living in cursed corner,
The Borena region of the East Africa,
The greatest victim of climate change
Is it not partiality of the sun!
We had once good crops;
It was climate change;
Change the soil,
Change the life;
Change the world,
The world of Borena region.
‘No, it can’t be,’
Replied the mother;
We have to tolerate till the death.
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The Dark Corners
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Two children,
Two nations,
One problem…
On nutrition, no food and no education.
Good crop;
Bad distributor.
Good distributor;
Bad crop.
Avoided India,
The dark corners of India.
East Africa,
The doomed corner of the world.
Every deficiency is the cause of another.
A candle can create thousand of candle.
Please lit first one,
The light of life,
Life in India;
The life in East Africa.
There are hidden dying lives here.
Prosperous world,
Do some thing,
Some thing to remove blindness and helplessness.
Do it for truth,
Or, you have no right to take a morsel of food,
The food of the world.
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