Blissful Oblivion
Now it seems the earth is done giving
Just because your living in blissful oblivion
Doesn’t mean your not accountable
For our earth should hold us responsible
For looting and plundering and being irresponsible!
The world we know will soon be gone
The sun will burn it’self out, of this I am in no doubt
There will be no dawn, for that matter no bird song
The ground will freeze, their will be no breeze
Plants will wilt, as we see our earth bend and tilt
People will die, you will not hear babies cry
And as the earth spins souls will give in
Lakes and rivers will dry, wasting water a sin
There will be a great drought, if we don’t turn our ways about
And this will all happen, I can guarantee it now
In blissful oblivion, as we manage somehow
The world will end, this is how, Is this how?
Change your ways, please you can start right now!
4.8.22
Copyright © Carol Mitra | Year Posted 2022
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