Uncivil Poem by Chan Mongol

In Twenty First century;
Why dumping the old inventory?
Millions of years old foundation;
Meant now, not civilization!
Our feet are not on the soil;
Nuclear techs will let us boil!
We are eating plastic and chemical;
The earth became the living hell!
Are we going down or going up?
Whatever, living is becoming tootough!
Old was gold, the prime, the peak;
We are far backward and are now sick!
So, stop funding for non-productive research!
Destructive uncivil shouldn't be forward march!