When I was a child
Fireflies romped and played
In the night skies.
But that was before DDT
Wagtails strutted on green grass.
They drank from pools and made me laugh
That too was before DDT
When I was a child
Forested mountains grew high
For us to climb up into the sky
But now new mountains
Of plastic and garbage grow
And so they will stand
For they decompose so slow.
Trees on the mountains
Are all chopped down.
The birds and the animals
Who lived there before
Are gone and many will be seen no more.
We’ve ****** the underground rivers
Of oil almost dry
And polluted the air
Until you can hardly see the sky
We've dirtied the rivers
With our waste that piles high.
Proud mountain lions, tigers,
Elephants, gorillas and monkeys do flee
To the last few places
Where they can roam free.
I fear what will happen
When we destroy them too.
What kind of world
Do we leave for our children
Tell me please do
When are we going to realize
That we are running out of time.
The earth, birds, animals, air, and sky – cry.
Who is listening?
Who cares?
Who will try to change
The course we are moving along?
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 12:58 AM UTC
When I was a child
Fireflies romped and played
In the night skies.
But that was before DDT
Wagtails strutted on green grass.
They drank from pools and made me laugh
That too was before DDT
When I was a child
Forested mountains grew high
For us to climb up into the sky
But now new mountains
Of plastic and garbage grow
And so they will stand
For they decompose so slow.
Trees on the mountains
Are all chopped down.
The birds and the animals
Who lived there before
Are gone and many will be seen no more.
We’ve ****** the underground rivers
Of oil almost dry
And polluted the air
Until you can hardly see the sky
We've dirtied the rivers
With our waste that piles high.
Proud mountain lions, tigers,
Elephants, gorillas and monkeys do flee
To the last few places
Where they can roam free.
I fear what will happen
When we destroy them too.
What kind of world
Do we leave for our children
Tell me please do
When are we going to realize
That we are running out of time.
The earth, birds, animals, air, and sky – cry.
Who is listening?
Who cares?
Who will try to change
The course we are moving along?
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