They Destroying Your Creations
They are destroying your creations,
the geen fields are burning
and blazes rise high;
the blackened town
has turned into ashes...
a devastated gost town
where once life
thrived with foot-steps
and engines running!
They are destroying your creations,
barren vallies, mountains and lands
where birds found their home so thrilling,
but forced to flee within minutes;
the scary arsonists also fled,
not to get cought or get burned
while scurring and panting!
Weeping hearts and saddened faces
are overwhelmed by devastation...
who can understand their frustration?
They are destroying your creations
with torches and evil minds;
beauty is something they detest,
the smell of burnt makes them powerful;
how can they destroy the wilderness
that gives them life without chargiing a dime?
How can they stand back
and watch this happening
while others are suffering?
If they are the devils' accomplices
in this horrendous spectacle,
they will surely pay fully for their harm!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2006
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