With ages we reunite,
And the mercy never dies,
Yet these folks are reckless filthy,
Wrapped with witty,
Legit have no pity,
On our lively city.
Perceiving the woodsman’s wrath ,
grabbing their axes and blades
To increase their sales and trades,
by annihilating our melodious forest tales, In the name of green earth day.
And still we say mercy never dies,
Though we have no sympathy left in us.
Oh Lord, Why has this gay green summer Turned into a grey echoed graveyard?
Where are the gleeful children gone, who once played hide & seek behind the whispering green?
May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 1:11 PM UTC
With ages we reunite,
And the mercy never dies,
Yet these folks are reckless filthy,
Wrapped with witty,
Legit have no pity,
On our lively city.
Perceiving the woodsman’s wrath ,
grabbing their axes and blades
To increase their sales and trades,
by annihilating our melodious forest tales, In the name of green earth day.
And still we say mercy never dies,
Though we have no sympathy left in us.
Oh Lord, Why has this gay green summer Turned into a grey echoed graveyard?
Where are the gleeful children gone, who once played hide & seek behind the whispering green?