Act, Before it’s too late


Running cars, exhaling fumes,
Cities turning into ruins.
The Earth sings an unharmonical tune,
and begs us, to stop soon.

Is our comfort so important,
that we ignore the Earth's messages,
and be discordant.
Will we humans take no action,
and remain dormant?

If that's true, then so be it
polluting the Earth everyday a death route we create.
Hope we can pause our development goals for a while,
Otherwise, the outcome would be
Catastrophic and Vile.

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