I see the trees
cut into piece
i smell the air
it smell's of dirt
the water's are dead
the land is a mess
the creature's are dying
our planet is crying
what have we done
what have we done
to the world.
I hear her cry
can you listen
tick tick tick
her heart is beating
as fast as the clock
for fear of the unknown
her womb is a victim
and we are the oppressor's
what have we done
what have we done
to the world.
Put away the fire
rust the saw's
obliterate the hate
heal the world.
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 7:56 AM UTC
I see the trees
cut into piece
i smell the air
it smell's of dirt
the water's are dead
the land is a mess
the creature's are dying
our planet is crying
what have we done
what have we done
to the world.
I hear her cry
can you listen
tick tick tick
her heart is beating
as fast as the clock
for fear of the unknown
her womb is a victim
and we are the oppressor's
what have we done
what have we done
to the world.
Put away the fire
rust the saw's
obliterate the hate
heal the world.
Every day we here new's that are not pleasant, children dying of malnutrition in Africa and other part's of the world, agelong war between Isreal and palestine, different specie's of animal's going on extinction; and i ask, dont you think the is seriously ill?
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