REAL PICTURE
Dark dense black smoke,
Coming out of high chimneys,
The sky is becoming black,
Birds are feeling suffocated,
A monetary race,
Of becoming rich,
Plundering natural resources of earth,
The pearls of nature being,
Calculated in terms of money,
The earth is becoming poor day by day,
Every where there is a question,
What will happen tomorrow?
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