GREET THE CRY HEAL THE SKY
High above us
Lie a lot unseen
Leave for the ground
Where sight catches all
That pollutes above
And Leaves us waiting
For a cancer a Day
As life span goes down
Eye on one another
We all keep Shining
For all new on Earth
None seem to mind
Save for the few
Who stand and Stitch
The opposite of Our Beliefs
Give a thought to this
A cancer a Day
Is a day away,
And gone we shall be
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