I stopped to smell the roses I got stung by a bee
Weird as it might seem that made me so happy
For the bees they are a dying it seems something is wrong
If those bees keep dying we won’t be here very long
I know I could just blithely continue down this road
Refuse to be responsible, refuse to carry my load
But isn’t that exactly what led us to this place?
Where we are grimly facing the end of the human race
I know I could keep writing about the rising of the seas
The millions confined in poverty and the dying of the trees
Oh the subjects they are endless this truth that we must face
However self glorification causes us to move at slothful pace
I guess it is more pleasant staring at yesterday and fail to see tomorrow
And the price that we will pay…sadness sadness they refuse to listen,
And when told they refuse to listen, they refuse to listen.
So to you I wish to say…I love you and goodbye
Copyright © Gregory Cox | Year Posted 2011
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