Polluted World

It was noisome and a nuisance to the community,
Pollution of the highest person as well;
Unique dramas enveloped and enshrouded us
When climate was overpowering.
I was tense and worried from the bluffs of God,
Indeed his wrath adorned the skies,
A garland of noise, a ruination of sight
But wrong writing, distance was already measured.
The world was festooned by wrecks and devastation,
But this day was a polluted planet of twisted word.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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