The atmosphere is charged
With putridity of awful mess
Dustcart on crummy streets
Dustbins on strike
Cleaners dead at dawn
Harmony on walkout
Putting a damper on health
As willowy actresses
And wailing actors are
Pushing for cleanness
In this arcade of flaming dirt
Asking change for a change
All bawling, No matter the price
We must win the prize.
Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 10:23 AM UTC
The atmosphere is charged
With putridity of awful mess
Dustcart on crummy streets
Dustbins on strike
Cleaners dead at dawn
Harmony on walkout
Putting a damper on health
As willowy actresses
And wailing actors are
Pushing for cleanness
In this arcade of flaming dirt
Asking change for a change
All bawling, No matter the price
We must win the prize.
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