The Brimming Poison
Generous was Nature,
To share her fruits with others.
But, were we, the humans, thankful?
No, we gifted back poison.
Our lives were no fun,
Money defined our lives,
We wanted things, more and more.
Surviving amidst the brimming poison.
But, our future is an apocalypse.
The future will be drastic,
For the poison is named 'plastic'.
