Doomsday
As this century comes to an end
There’ll be no cash left to spend
All economic systems would crash
Wild fires will reduce forests to ash
With mineral resources finished
Industrial output will be diminished
Cities will choke with greenhouse gases
Life will be unbearable for the masses
People will flock to countryside to breathe air
Alas! It’s so polluted they cannot dare
Fruits and vegetables will have a bitter taste
A thin layer of pollutants serving as a paste
The sun will be seen through a haze
Visibility will be poor on all days
The moon will not give enough light
For lovers to share a romantic night
There will be a scarcity of water
The earth will become hotter and hotter
Animals, birds and the poor will perish
The rich will go to a planet they cherish
The colorful earth with its fauna and flora
Will float in space with a ghostly aura
A dead planet with no life on board
It’s a situation which we cannot afford!
END
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