The gun of resources
Emit carbon dioxide,
Poison the skies!
Decoy the killer
The ‘wiser man’, huh!
Who, tricks unholy means
Luring richness
Bedecking, crumbling crown
Digging and depleting
Precious Natural resources,
the coal, the wood
Spilling oils, shooting ashes;
The losing battle, fight
Breathe of life, the richness
In greenery, once
Tolled the day, and
Pacified our dreams
Stop! This
Meanness of desire,
The dream, which garland you now
Keeps a round of wreath
To bane you a farewell!
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