A tiny slice of Soil

I tried to scuffle

Scuffle away from the ghouls

Of invisible rays and radiations

That conquered the world

Like a flu or cholera

Harmful and life threading,

I wish I could nab

A tiny slice of soil

That is still ancient

And safe it with me

In my collectible showcase

And name it an antique,

I look forward for a time

When I can quench my thirst

Tasting the sweetness of purity

Forgetting the heat

From the concrete on which I stand,

The world has grown so old

That it can’t resist

The parasites worms and viruses

That carves it and fed on it

Sucking out the greens 

Leaving cold and dead one day...