Surface to air,
Missile test-fired.
How developed we are!
But here at home
I have nothing to eat,
No pure water to drink,
And to take, no fresh air.
Surface to air,
Intolerance is here, there.
How can we live
No one is there to take care.
And they declared
We are developed
We are going at the gallop.
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View points differs. In the age of cut throat competition those who amass wealth and develop themselves forget that their development is at the cost of others. This is in tune with greediness and selfishness inducted in human mind by the nature / the Creator. Thanks for sharing.10 points.