The Earths Cry For Regeneration
Eccentric minds answering our needs,
While the mindless float planting seeds.
Our earth cries out in its solitude state,
It's dying slowly at an alarming rate.
Were killing it soft and slowly,
Paving the way for an easier life.
Did we ever stop to think ahead?
Of the contradictions we'd said?
Mutated tendrils trying to breathe,
In contaminated soil were trying to leave.
Its a cover up of what we knew,
Thinking there was a reversal was very few.
IF you heard the pain,
Would you feel the same?
Every time you feed your need,
And change the world for the worse
Listen to this my friend
It will only be your own curse.
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