The
people live
Listening
to the sound
The
roaring vehicles
In
the morning and late evening
Everyday
in their lives
They
smell the bad air
They
know what's happening
They
don't make noise
The
barren hills
It
just doesn't disappear
The
illegal contractors
They
strip it bare for all to see
The
bad guys on hand
They
don't tolerate interference
The
people staying and living around
They
close one eye and try to forget
Who
is to blame?
Everyone
from every corner
When
Nature calls back
They cry crocodile tears
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