In-Dust-Tree
Industrialization,
Urbanization;
Metallic sheens overtake
glossy greens
as acrid smoke
chokes the land.
All would seem lost,
but there is hope.
Vast floods drown cemented corruption,
earthquakes crumble the foundation of greed,
wildfires blaze through the gates of moral slavery.
Though she may be down,
she's not out.
Mother Nature is reclaiming her land,
and this time,
she won't be stopped.
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