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At the First Death

Air is blowing with heavy poisonous smell Spreading to whole atmosphere Dense with harm, threat, fear Of man-made an artificial deep hell; I am afraid to breathe of each breath I meet the environmentalists Native, foreign all specialists What I find they are at the first death, They are burning themselves in that hell Tragic death pit without helm Affected are following them The hell guards demolish all into the hole.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 10/17/2016 7:31:00 AM
Nice depiction of modern worst condition, thank you
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