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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