The maddening world
Muddled up in vice
Stuck up in wealth
Takes more than due slice
Robbing Mother Earth
Of its treasures finite
Ignoring future generations
Self-annihilation slight
Neither pure air to breath
Nor pure water to drink
No healthy food to eat
Of all junk foods we think
Hearts are now maligned
New vultures on living prey
Satan has possessed our spirit
We are on destruction's way
Before the Earth is barren
A mild voice within I hear
Make tree-house by river side
Tune to birds' melodies clear
In its dense green foliage
The peace of mind flows
Nearby fresh fruit groove
Pure and gentle breeze blows
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