In Twenty First century
Dumping all 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 up?
Whatever it is, living is too tough
Old was gold, the prime, the peak
We are far backward and sick!
Stop funding for research
Backward became forward march
All researches invented cholera virus
Invented, cruelty, brutality to kill us!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem