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****** Mother Nature

As rain forests dwindle,
and skyscrapers grow,
we leave those who co habit
with nowhere to go...
Sweet indigenious song birds,
all turned off one by one
as we bulldoze the trees
where they once raised their young...
Stealing land from these creatures
in each and every direction
as we drive them all closer
to their own mass extinction...
there'll be uproar of course
when the last one is gone,
but this course of destruction
seems to just carry on...

In Asia the Tiger's
now on it's last legs,
hunted down for it's fur
and it's teeth ground to dregs,
The Bali and Caspian
are both sadly gone,
a mere five thousand Bengals
till they too follow on...
Just five hundred Sumatrans,
a last thirty Chinese,
then this beautiful Feline
will just cease to be...
There'll be uproar of course
when the last one is gone,
but our blood thirsty onslaught
will just carry on

Amur Leopards in Russia,
Jaguars in Brazil,
being wiped from the Earth
as we **** and we ****...
Silvery Gibbons in Java,
Hynobius in Japan,
on and on goes the culling
of one and all except Man...
Polluting the rivers,
over fishing the seas,
as we spread and infest,
like a fatal disease,
yeah there's uproar of course
at this ill being done,
dusty crocodile tears
as we still carry on...

For an epitaph we'll have
as our only distinction,
that we were the cause
of Earths sixth mass extinction,
not a meteor smashing
from high outer space,
just a cancerous growth
called the inHuman race...
That we ravaged the planet
and drank it's well dry,
how we ripped out the goodness
and left it to die,
how there'd been a huge uproar
as they fell one by one,
how we ***** Mother Nature...
how
we
just
carried
on...

©HaroldRizla
Run now     little deer
. run, run among the leaves and vines
so    eloquently    tethered.
Run       now timid child,
be safe,
hide yourself among       them.
run now little  deer   , run far,
as far as your      thin legs will take you.
please don't let the bow       hit you,
please keep your fur soft and       mind clear.
little child with those     hazel eyes.
don't let your     life pass you by
like it has    done to I.
Run     now little
deer.
The smallest sky in the world is growing brighter
The longest time in my life is here to take me away

As the floor creaks
My will gets weak
As I breathe in
The shadows got thin

Not saying anything
Not knowing anything
We were there

Many words are left unsaid

I heard they are waiting on the clouds
while talking to the moon

I heard they will make my cheek wet
while raining in the noon
I am not native English speaker. So if you find something wrong, just let me know. For some reasons I wanna write song in English. Please help me with improving my writing skill.
the soft white circle lights up my face
it's a smoky moon tonight

what I see is what you saw
we are apart now

if you puff a tobacco up to the moon
it'll be a smoky moon over here

if I cry for you under the moon
it'll be a smoky moon over there

we are living in different time
we are apart now
fix it if you find something wrong
I told you I would
leave, but I never
said goodbye

I told you it
would end, but I
never said it'd die

I deleted you out
of my life, but I
never had you blocked

I closed the door
to you, but I
never had it locked

©
Nightmares creeping in my head
Revealing memories of the past
And all I see is your snarling lips
Your slimy hands on my body and hips
You say "I love you"
But this was not love
All you did was take and take
Until you shattered my soul
Like the drop of a glass on a hard floor
Love does not bestow misery
And threats with dark marks
Love..wouldn't have taken the
Unborn life I could've had
Nightmares creeping in
And there's nothing I can do
Nothing stops them
Nothing stopped you
She, blank-stared, eyes
The color of the forest
And filled with joy

Or none, her hands
Tight around his heart
She warns, don't say it

Sometimes he caves,
He gives into her carnal desires
And let's another night pass
Without saying how he feels

Sometimes he breaks,
Tells her that she makes
His heart beat like a drum
And he feels her everywhere
A burning passion

She, blank-stared, only listens
But she wishes she could
Let the words escape her mouth
"You mean everything to me"
Of simple plastic
made with screws and with transfers.
The fads of old youth
banished high upon the shelf
now a plaything for the dust.
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