Crowning Glory Or Vultures? Poem by C. P. Sharma

We are out of rhyme and reason,
We have lost all sense of season.

We can digest only dressed food,
Now we are ever in sexy mood.

All water and air we pollute,
We are on destruction route.

Now rivers are flooded by gutters,
Chimney soot, hearts can't flutter.

We are out of Nature's tune,
We say we made our fortune.

Forests and fields are days of past,
Wildlife is with the gloom overcast.

We have robbed them of their homes.
Ohio streets treat them with bombs.

We are given to robber's culture,
Are we crowning glory or vultures?