Melpomene, Muse of Tragedy
Melpomene, muse of tragedy…
Why must the world, so ugly be?
Man cutting down most every tree!
Man turning earth into a blight
How can they think that this is right
Why can’t they see? “They’ve lost their sight!”
And when the trees, they are all gone…
No shelter for the birds or fawn
What will be left with the new dawn?
All we can do is hope and pray
That man will wake and change some day
Let nature be, and hear her say…
“If not for me you’d have no place
To flourish as a human race
Why can’t you see beyond your face?”
Is it too late for us to try?
To heal the world and hear it’s cry…
“Why can’t we help? Oh why, Oh why!”
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