Looking over my shoulder...not a tree in sight.
Will we regret it later on in life?
We realise the damage is done...
Yet we continue the destruction all for our needs
Not an Animal in sight.
Because they were forced to fight.
Fight for food, their homes their cubs to
Can you remember when the trees grew?
When you could of swam in the river?
What shall we do?
Stop!
But will we?
Will they give up money, drugs, business to save the planet?
No
When the time comes where we can barley catch our breaths
Where we cannot swim in the sea
When the resources are out
They are to blame
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