The last Emperor of Dynasty
When,
The last fruit plucked
The last tree felled,
The air turns hazardous
The streams become poisonous,
The last drop of water drilled
and squeezed,
The last fish caught
The last bird consumed
The last animal slaughtered,
When the last Monarch of Rocky Mountain has flown
And the Queen bee dead
Then the entire world will be yours
You would be the lone Emperor
Jasbir Chawla
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