What will the world become?
Natural beauty, fresh air,
you cannot escape the green,
Thick smoke, grey buildings,
a dying planet.
No more blue skies,
rain pours at a constant speed,
showing no mercy no matter who begs for it,
Metal, darkness, concrete, glass,
all of it means misery.
What happened to the sun?
Roses? Nature? Happiness?
The world moans,
we have killed it,
we are killing ourselves,
every second nearing destruction,
the world will soon become
nothingness,
and who'll be responsible?

It doesn't need to be said.