If we go this way.
We all will be old.
You will talk to me,
You will talk to them,
One will say
It is flooding here,
One will say
It is a drought here,
One will say
Forest is burning here,
One will say
I can't have clean air,
One will say
We shall die together.
We all shall say
We wish, We wish
We could have done
Somethingthat day
When we were laughing on others
Who tried to prevent this DOOMSDAY.
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