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A world without people would be a quiet world. The cattle would graze in the meadows, and the deer would walk the empty roads.

"Where have all the poeple gone?"
No creature great or small would wonder. For the world would find itself again- and fall into a much needed slumber.

The cold winter would whisper to the silent hills, "Where has all of their fire, metal and garbage gone?" But no one could tell and none of them bothered to knock their houses down.

For they will be gone in their due time as the people who built them are. And a small bunny says,- the last of his kind, "Tis the children I will miss most."

Their machinery-iron rusts away and gets eaten by the earth from which it came. And the fruit trees will grow unplucked and finally break free from their tame. And they will breathe and sigh in a united cry-
"Without poeple our world has no name!"

K. Saban


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A world without people would be a quiet world. The cattle would graze in the meadows, and the deer would walk the empty roads.

"Where have all the poeple gone?"
No creature great or small would wonder. For the world would find itself again- and fall into a much needed slumber.

The cold winter would whisper to the silent hills, "Where has all of their fire, metal and garbage gone?" But no one could tell and none of them bothered to knock their houses down.

For they will be gone in their due time as the people who built them are. And a small bunny says,- the last of his kind, "Tis the children I will miss most."

Their machinery-iron rusts away and gets eaten by the earth from which it came. And the fruit trees will grow unplucked and finally break free from their tame. And they will breathe and sigh in a united cry-
"Without poeple our world has no name!"

K. Saban
Quite a brilliantly crafted poem subtly posing the crucial fundamental questions:
WHY ARE WE HERE?
WHY WERE WE BORN IN THIS COSMOS?
I'd love the world rid of these: "Where has all of their fire, metal and garbage gone?"

The last line is reflective of our pathetic damning place in the universe indeed echoes Monin, the French philosopher and sociologist:

"We are on the third planet of a sun knocked down from its central throne, turned into a lost star of a peripheral galaxy, between millions of galaxies of a Universe in expansion."


Keep on trying and keep the faith
i don't understand why it has no name