End Pollution1 min 24.6K 1 min 24.6K
We are all running out of fresh air
All that is left is a gush of toxic air
We are controlled by a monster called pollution
It is buying us as though we are in auction
Are we finding any solution,
To get rid of its domination.
New diseases are popping out of nowhere
No one wants to get in touch with it, I swear
It never understands the word called care
It is hell-bent on the word called the tear
It wants to attack us with dare
And wants us to drown in its ocean of fear.
We shall all strive to keep our surroundings clean.
Our surroundings should always be filled with green
It is an opportunity to make the world evergreen.
Do not say, what does pollution mean?
We are going to put you in a polluted ocean
And it will be live telecasted on a TV screen.