There are billions and there would be millions more
Beaten, grazed & polluted mother earth is injured and
sore
The almighty is confused what should come next
Should he just wipe us out on this pretext?
We don’t care and we just want to somehow dwell
And shall do the same in the coming years as well
Draw boundaries, wage a war, dig for oil or ruin the air
Who has time for this, who has a thought to spare
The start is not yet known to anyone of us
But one day there will be a full stop to this ruckus
The seeds that we have sown are ripe and ready to sprout
The fruits of agony and pain will soon tell what it was all
about
The pain is growing each second and she would rise at last
That day would show her other side, it would be the
holocaust…..
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