New Tales of the Gobi Desert
The Crying Desert
PLK Choi Kai Yau School, Yumi Ng, Poetry: Group 2
Gobi is a no man land,
Everywhere is filled with sand.
Roses, lilies find no place,
But Camels, eagles like to stay.
Sahara is never cold,
Kalahari sees no snow.
Gobi’s different from her friends,
As here the waters used to dance.
Desertification is what we called,
Reaching out her sandy claws.
Drowning crops and killing corn,
Tribes and farmers are all gone.
Gobi is crying for our race,
Thousands of years we ruined this place.
Humans destroy forests and rivers,
And left behind no trees and waters.
The Desert is now crying for help,
She has no way to cure herself.
Please stop any meaningless destruction,
And call our selfishness “civilization”.
If we do nothing about pollution,
Our race will soon face extinction.
My dear Gobi no more tears,
I’ll tell the world our utmost fears.
