I Speak From Above The Ozone Layer 


When the night is quiet, I will swallow the moon.
I’ll be the day and your plight, the ball of fire will now burn you soon.
The day of redemption is upon you, the day of death, a folklore, now to be true. 
I’m the breaker of hemisphere, I’m the awakening in the tides of the volcanoes, I’m transparency, see through. 
You humans, you have brought filth beyond the ozone layer and now it’s depleting, it’s beyond repair.
I’m the mesosphere, dissolving,
I’m the stratosphere suffocation, sweating, unrevealing.
I’m the death of the troposphere, I can no longer bear the fire of the flames that call for annihilation. 
I’m the wailing earth, now burning in the fires of the dark desire that you have brought upon me.
I can no longer save you, I can no longer be your home.
I’m abandonment of the moon, I’m the sadness after death.
I’m the cries of the burning man and the tears of the animals on the land.
I’m the final ray of the sun, I’m the fire in which you will burn.
I’m the flame of extinction and the curse you have called upon yourself.

© Aniket More

The Final Breath Of The Jungle


The last flower that withered left a note for you, for humanity to not exist anymore.
The forests, they cried in trees. The leaves turned red and fell on the ground that smelt of hunger but no food.
They eyes of the tiger speak no more, they are silent and dead since the last bullet hit his throat. Merciless killing, a pastime activity that humans have cultivated. 
I am a wild beast, I’m extinction in making, you derelict human. 
Do you fucking kill everything in sight your kind or mine?
Do you take pleasure watching these smoky skies after the fire has doused and taken many with it?
Why do you think of yourself as the greatest of all? Only because you can stand on two feet and act tall?
Why do you wish to belittle others, why not draw a line there, why on the throats of my brothers? 
I am no longer speaking, I’m roaring in to your mind that sleeps in oblivion. 
Wake up and stop killing us in the name of your madness, heed the cries of our sadness.
There is a reason the wolves drag you to their den, but where the fuck is their den? Where the fuck are their homes? You have taken over all. You didn’t heed our call, our desperate call.
Your concrete jungles have destroyed ours and we are no longer green, we are red with the blood of the fallen. 
We shall leave this world when your dagger and bullets pierce through our skin, watching us tremble as our last breath is suffocating within, but we curse you, we curse your race which is an evident disgrace to ever exist on this land. 

© Aniket More