A Fictitious Dream

Maybe a simulation only Tsunami tells us the waves Will eventually roar storeys high The endless quarrying tells us One day the mountain rocks start rolling The flood tells us the rivers Will penetrate into the cities like roads Pollution makes the rivers feed on colours Acid rain sheds the leaves bald Deforestation makes the forests thin And animals start shifting Radioactive waste makes the fishes commit suicide collectively Workloads makes people Become pressured cans with stony faces The skyscrapers poke into heaven Resulting in a bigger hole in the ozone layer The endless oil mines poke into hell Resulting in volcano eruptions Internal wars and boundary wars are Only signs of men struggling To survive the pre-doomsday