Our furious friend

Their voices are sweet and audible
their heads like a wedge carries all loads
on the sun their only hope
a time was so amiable so gentle
when men knew little until
men learnt to use the coal
build machines and industries
test nuclear bombs enter into space.
Now the friend of man
an enemy has turned
like upwelling magma to burn
leaving the skin with rashes and cancer
wetting our cloths with sweat
choking public buses filled with passengers
as everywhere the smell of sweat.
Traffic jam on a hot afternoon
and one's spirit wants to eject
from the slow moving vehicle.
This heat in extreme wakes you up
when asleep you fall
every eye listens every ear watches attentively
their sweet audible voices to hear
of those who carried their entire world
on a wedge like their head
to face the wrath of a furious friend.