Fumes, Foams. And Domes
Foams, Fumes And Domes
Fumes in the sky,
Foams in the ocean,
Domes on the soil,
Because, humans only spoil.
Neither leaves nor kills,
Feeds food less than pills.
Loss of fuels and bouncing electricity bills,
Human's life always thrills.
Gasping breathe and shooting heart,
Feels like just fell out of life's cart.
Black water and dying animals,
Human's selling their dishes in carnivals.
Smelly domes and dying humans,
Human's neglecting it by smelling lemons.
We are adaptable,
And can feel comfortable.
But, Earth isn't,
It is not a canvas, for our dreams to print.
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