Lost In the Haze
Beautiful mountains lost in the haze.
Haze made from the mad human maze.
Maze of trains and automobile craze.
Craze of selfishness and polluted days.
Days of unlimited resources, nothing to faze.
Faze not, but the next generation dearly pays.
Pays forever is where the future of the human lays.
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