Mountains, Mighty mountains,
and Mighty tress will all befall,
As this tragedy strikes,
Our mother, Mother Earth.
Lakes catching fire ,
No room for living.
U think we are going higher?
But it's our own grave we are digging.
Divided as we stand,
By language and land,
Killing each other for reasons
I don't understand.
Don't mind but religion,
Has been tearing things apart.
You kill his own creation,
In the name of God !! (Blasphemy)