Some centuries back on this soil
Declared a Prophet some fact on oil.
Once upon a time the oils will reign
Nature's balance will go in vain.'
The men Will talk more words with oil
Merely to please kings & every thing spoil.
Food will float on oil than matter
Men will choose the hospitals better.
To get fuel, the earth will be dug
Machines will manage men-women's hug.
De-oiled knee elbows, men will tear
Nature will be deaf dumb, shall't hear.
My dear Friends please pay me ear
Prophecy may go wrong if we rear.
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Without oil, can you. Imagine the world? Oil reigns & ruins the human being.