in those nights when the lights too bright,
the streets are dead but the air too white,
nothing's fresher than the gossips fly,
darker than clouds are the hazy sky.
white treasure creatures so pure yet die,
killing trees and mountains on the hills nearby,
dying bees ants seals as the temperature rise,
who knows when or how will we all survive
selfish thoughts and profits that buy,
careless people with much scarier cries,
cheating deceiving the humankind,
never will learn till its too late to try.
