I haven't many tears to shed,
to those who spoil our earth;
they've made their sinful bed,
cursed their own sweet birth.
Polluters of the world are they,
who one day will be down;
they mar the fields of play,
and destroy the ground.
**** the land, against her will,
with garbage and with scorn;
with pride, they slowly ****
where flowers once were born.
The landscapes now are bare,
where once the hills grew tall;
the developers don't care,
as they watch the big trees fall.
I haven't many tears to shed,
for those that hurt the land;
they should be saving it instead,
and take a moral stand.
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 12:15 PM UTC
I haven't many tears to shed,
to those who spoil our earth;
they've made their sinful bed,
cursed their own sweet birth.
Polluters of the world are they,
who one day will be down;
they mar the fields of play,
and destroy the ground.
**** the land, against her will,
with garbage and with scorn;
with pride, they slowly ****
where flowers once were born.
The landscapes now are bare,
where once the hills grew tall;
the developers don't care,
as they watch the big trees fall.
I haven't many tears to shed,
for those that hurt the land;
they should be saving it instead,
and take a moral stand.
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