We are out of rhyme and reason, <br />We have lost all sense of season. <br /> <br />We can digest only dressed food, <br />Now we are ever in sexy mood. <br /> <br />All water and air we pollute, <br />We are on destruction route. <br /> <br />Now rivers are flooded by gutters, <br />Chimney soot, hearts can't flutter. <br /> <br />We are out of Nature's tune, <br />We say we made our fortune. <br /> <br />Forests and fields are days of past, <br />Wildlife is with the gloom overcast. <br /> <br />We have robbed them of their homes. <br />Ohio streets treat them with bombs. <br /> <br />We are given to robber's culture, <br />Are we crowning glory or vultures?<br /><br />C. P. Sharma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crowning-glory-or-vultures/
