Warning Bell
Warning Bell
Drops of rain
No more quench thirst
Rather lumps of fire
Flow through gullet of earth
Flora and fauna looks to be
At a loss!
And so does our cultivation!
Rivers and lake prescribe poison
The only inhabitable planet appears
Destined to turn to desert
If unbridled horses of smoke
Galloped with present pace,
Money won’t buy us back
Our collective well being!
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