No More Oxygen
A Better World
With Little More

By Nimal Dunuhinga

You cannot breathe properly
as the Sky almost polluted
with chemicals and gunpowder.

World is a one land only
but the superiors already made barbed wires
for their boundaries and barriers.
Our own tears they bottle
and sell in black market for drinking.

Very soon we have to pay taxes
for our breathing too.
A catastrophe! The seeds of humanity
will never grow in this soil.

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