Sometimes when I close my eyes
thinking the future the world would see
I feel depressed, such a horrid image
dances, in front of me
Children, weaker than ever,
barely survive on food-cans
Wearing vital breathing masks
to give their lives some chance
The load of Overpopulation
calls, for the felling of trees
The blackening pollution,
Polar caps with 10 degrees
A royal welcome ultra-violets get
through a hollowed Ozone layer
Skin-cancer spreads it tentacles yet
further, in a tense atmosphere
Hundreds of lives are forced,
To go to sleep for ever
Mother Nature's lost her patience
She cries, 'Stop! No further'
Still, the Human carries on,
with no regards for mother's cries
In a bid to increase his wealth
only the toughest here survives
Yet, the Human is happy,
living in his artificial world
With metallic slaves, to rule upon
In the Cyber world, he nurtured
With not a thing to bother
as 'Thou art superior'
With business deals through wired links
not a step in the exterior
However, I truly hope my thoughts
do not really come to be,
That Life would be worse than Death
for those, who wait to see.
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