We, the mankind pledged we would take care of her,
But instead we turned into one mighty burglar
Robbing her stealthily and slowly, we such Jackals!
Now she trembles, a soft tissue caught between the iron
shackles
We know not that with our every action we’re being cursed
And we shall pay our price, with hunger and thirst
Hunger of the heart, to be enriched with her beauty
Thirst of the soul, to be engulfed in her purity
Running after the wrong things
Bloodshed over the materialistic cravings
Precious are not Silver, Gold and Diamonds
As every inch of earth is being stripped for 'em within seconds
There will come a day--our race stricken with grief
When we all will yearn to see a healthy green leaf
And that day will mark the beginning of our mortal peril
When even diamonds cannot equal a lil orange petal.
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