What a bolt from the blue falling in the west,
Building up the darkest gloom around the world,
Fringed with thunder lightnings flaring curves abreast;
Inside a nuclear weapon yet unhurled.
Look at the mountains of fume muffling the sky,
Spreading everywhere the quietus to make
Of all the life on earth to shrivel and die;
That’s the truth, why should we call the truth a fake?
Pollution, gentlemen, say it, why should you blush,
The scientists are racing to catch with fame;
But who will be safe in his boat in the rush
To swim and wallow in the Ocean of flame?
Everything that goes to excess is harmful;
We have had enough of this brutality;
We need more common sense to be more thoughtful
Of the human race and its mortality.
Pollution is not a word uttered, but bane
We feel it in our breath, way down to our heart;
The smoke, the sound, the burning gas all contain
Venom, yet we cry here and there that we are
smart.
Adam ate the forbidden fruit and fell;
We are not prepared to eat the poisoned one
God when disobeyed, He created a hell;
That’s why, we should look always beyond the sun.
The ten commandments said, never kill or thieve;
Thus scientists should ever look far away,
Listen to reason, through the gloom to perceive,
The danger of their deadly arms on their way.
The world is beautiful, with the rose, the grass,
The plum in flower, the bush, and the briar,
The plains, the spring, the winter, the life we pass
With our children, why should we not shun the fire?