Satire in your ire
Fierce smoke from the fire
Ashes blanketing the air
Is it flair?
Flair??
Flair of death!!
Strangling the breath
Gloomy air
Sucking up the life from the wreath
Dull and brown, lie those flowers
Dust and smoke over the towers
Smog howers
Life lies dead in the blankets of cruel air
Who is its master??
Shh don't utter
It's a man, who once breathed with his lung
Decided to snatch the life of the young
It was the flair that man
Who sucked air from the generations of men!!

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