Disease

Disease
The Earth is smitten by lethal illness
It’s dying slowly and painfully
Ulcer cities are blossoming in the world’s flesh
Maroon blood-water is rotting in vein-rivers

Sky is sobbing by acid tears
Grease smoke is corroding planet’s pulmones
Metastasis of roads are ramifying in the flesh of the world
And Maximal Pain threshold was exceeded long ago
People are disease
On the Earth’s skin,
They couldn’t become
A supreme creations.
But the nature is wise, it would can destroy
The disease by creating antibodies
Of propane, titanium, hydrogen, uranium.
The every wound would heal with the lapse of time.
But the mortal viruses are helping her.
All the antibodies are created by people’s hands.
People are disease
On the Earth’s skin,
They couldn’t become
A supreme creations.