Nature's Plight
Oh! Behemoth tyrant set her free
From the cage of her plight she’s trapped in,
Fields of coal cannot end the hunger
And rivers of oil cannot quench the parched,
Seas full of the perished and soil lacking air
lungs smoking gun and ash from fire,
he, who must pay the price for the greed
and the crime will bring his demise,
one shall not questions its power
its force will submerge you under water
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