Smog
The atrocity of greed has never reached so high;
The morality of man has never plunged so low.
For who but greed-fueled man would commit such an act,
forcing vanguards to poison what they were born to protect?
Across the sea, the souls of trees weep;
Into our lungs, the stink of death creep.
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