Flowers to boom
I had always wished flowers to boom
With nice place, space and very good room
Where they can come out from their hiding
See the world themselves and chiding
We know it is for short duration
So is the life too in question!
Why do we stop them from booming?
When danger is already large looming?
Let children too invade this holy land
No restriction for their coming to befriend
Lovely air and nature for very good refuge
Large and tall trees with mountains so huge
We want their arrival restricted
Cruelty and other sorts inflicted
Yet they come despite out precaution
We just need to think it with only caution
We need to leave certain things to our creator
He is whole and sole and real mentor
What we are on earth today?
Just helpless animal pushed away
We do the things never called for
We defy the rules and kill the persons in war
We recklessly aim at complete annihilation
How can we go in for such devastation?
Let us do the complete rethinking
Take steps before ship is sinking
Not a blade of grass may grow
If we continuously pollute the river flow
We can destroy the land several times today
Still some weapons will be left to throw away
We can mange to destroy but not to revive
Yet time is left to think over and survive
What will be left on earth to enjoy?
If we employ the methods to destroy
Why flowers, children, and trees alone?
Only beautiful earth will left behind with stones
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A flower's boom
I had always wished flowers to boom
With nice place, space and very good room
Where they can come out from their hiding
See the world themselves and chiding
We know it is for short duration
So is the life too in question!
Why do we stop them from booming?
When danger is already large looming?
Let children too invade this holy land
No restriction for their coming to befriend
Lovely air and nature for very good refuge
Large and tall trees with mountains so huge
We want their arrival restricted
Cruelty and other sorts inflicted
Yet they come despite out precaution
We just need to think it with only caution
We need to leave certain things to our creator
He is whole and sole and real mentor
What we are on earth today?
Just helpless animal pushed away
We do the things never called for
We defy the rules and kill the persons in war
We recklessly aim at complete annihilation
How can we go in for such devastation?
Let us do the complete rethinking
Take steps before ship is sinking
Not a blade of grass may grow
If we continuously pollute the river flow
We can destroy the land several times today
Still some weapons will be left to throw away
We can mange to destroy but not to revive
Yet time is left to think over and survive
What will be left on earth to enjoy?
If we employ the methods to destroy
Why flowers, children, and trees alone?
Only beautiful earth will left behind with stones
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Flower naturally to boom
I had always wished flowers to boom
With nice place, space and very good room
Where they can come out from their hiding
See the world themselves and chiding
We know it is for short duration
So is the life too in question!
Why do we stop them from booming?
When danger is already large looming?
Let children too invade this holy land
No restriction for their coming to befriend
Lovely air and nature for very good refuge
Large and tall trees with mountains so huge
We want their arrival restricted
Cruelty and other sorts inflicted
Yet they come despite out precaution
We just need to think it with only caution
We need to leave certain things to our creator
He is whole and sole and real mentor
What we are on earth today?
Just helpless animal pushed away
We do the things never called for
We defy the rules and kill the persons in war
We recklessly aim at complete annihilation
How can we go in for such devastation?
Let us do the complete rethinking
Take steps before ship is sinking
Not a blade of grass may grow
If we continuously pollute the river flow
We can destroy the land several times today
Still some weapons will be left to throw away
We can mange to destroy but not to revive
Yet time is left to think over and survive
What will be left on earth to enjoy?
If we employ the methods to destroy
Why flowers, children, and trees alone?
Only beautiful earth will left behind with stones
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Our Childrens Legacy - This Ruined Earth
In that dreamlike state we call living
We give in to desires of the flesh
We take without thought, without giving
until there is nothing left
We destroy all the land round about us
We'll destroy the balance of life
Barren wastes will lie deserted
Whilst we still cause trouble and strife
We have no thoughts of the future
Our childrens legacy, a barren land
So pollute and destroy, build and bomb
leave no green land, just atomic sand
Tear down the trees, concrete it over
after all, WE won't be around that long.
January 1988
poem by Penni Currie
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When We Abuse Nature
For the burning of fossil fuels there will be some price to pay
A looming Natural disaster some climate experts say
A looming disaster of destruction and death
Climate change than terrorism to human kind is a far greater threat.
Our abuse of Nature is out of control
Our burning of fossil fuels especially coal
From our Earth Mother who feeds us far too much we have stole
When we dig up her ground we root at Nature's soul.
The things we will destroy ourselves with in Nature we've found
Uranium for nuclear reactors and bomb making should be left in the ground
Other safer forms of energy that humans can use
When we abuse Nature ourselves we abuse.
On polluted or clean air and water we do have a choice
And for our abuse of Nature we will pay the price
It is due to our Earth Mother our gift of life we enjoy
And in trying to destroy her 'tis ourselves we'll destroy.
poem by Francis Duggan
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I Wanna Destroy You
Originally recorded by the soft boys
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
I feel it coming on again
Just like it did before
They fill your mind with boredom
And they lead you off to war
The way we treat each other
Really makes me feel ill
And if youre gonna fight
Then youre just dying to get killed
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
A box upon the media
And everything you read
They tell you your opinions
And theyre very good indeed
I wanna destroy you
And when I have destroyed you
Ill come pickin at your bones
And you wont have a single item
Left to call your own
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
Wanna destroy you
Wanna destroy you
Wanna destroy you
song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
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The Good Earth
When I was a child and the road was dark and the way was long and alone,
My heart would lift as I turned the bend and saw the lights of home.
Now high above in a silent sky,
In a still and starry space,
A man looks down on the earth below,
And that blue and green and shining glow,
To him is the lights of home.
Its the good earth, yes the good earth.
Its a land of sun and rain and snow,
And mulberry trees and mistletoe,
And burning plains and raging seas,
And sunday morning taking your ease,
Watching your children grow.
Its the good earth, yes the good earth,
Where we fought and loved and killed and died,
And ruined and ravished the countryside,
But now, from a million miles away,
From another world thats cold and gray,
Someone is able to look and say,
Thats the good earth.
So isnt it time we stopped the tears?
Weve lived together for thousands of years,
And whether Im wrong, and whether youre right,
Whether youre black, and whether Im white,
One day well stand on the edge of the world,
And someone will ask us the land of our birth,
And well look into his eyes and quietly say:
Its the good earth, yes the good earth.
Why cant we be good on the good earth?
song performed by by Monkees
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The night sky is crying
There’s an old story
that the holy word holds true,
which happened in a time like today
when people lived only for themselves
and thought that they had knowledge
of the things around them.
The ancient poetry of Gilgamesh
proclaims that story
which some see as just a myth
and it is part of the traditions
of many nations
across the earth
and it says that once
long ago there was a cataclysmic flood,
like non other:
The night sky is crying
and tears are streaming
down to the earth
in splattering sheets.
The sound of the weeping wind
howls through the trees
sweeping green and yellow leaves
from the branches.
Thunderbolt after thunderbolt
roars down from the clouded sky
as if the elements are in terror.
The rain turn into hail
and from hail
into a blizzard of rivers
falling from the air,
as if the creator
is emptying a unknown ocean
onto the earth.
Hurricane storm winds shatter
and huge waves
brake with great power
and the water keep on rising
and lighting storms bash continuously
until man and beast are dead,
but for the people and animals
in that one solitary ship
that is save while the Creator
protects them
and even the dark spirits
fear the anger of the Almighty God.
When ever I see a rainbow
the story comes to my mind
and the promise,
that water will not destroy
the world again.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Road That Runs Beside The River
follows the river as it bends
along the valley floor,
going the way it must.
Where water goes, so goes the road,
if there's room (not in a ravine,
gorge), the river
on your right or left. Left is better: when you're driving,
it's over your elbow across
the road.
You see the current, which is
what the river is: the river
in the river, a thing sliding fast forward
inside a thing sliding not so fast forward.
Driving with, beside, the river's flow is good.
Another pleasure, driving against it: it's the same river
someone else will see
somewhere else downstream -- same play,
new theater, different set.
Wide, shallow, fairly fast,
roundy-stone streambed, rocky-land river,
it turns there or here -- the ground
telling it so -- draining dull
mountains to the north,
migrating, feeding a few hard-fleshed fish
who live in it. One small sandbar splits
the river, then it loops left,
the road right, and the river's silver
slips under the trees,
into the forest,
and over the sharp perpendicular
edge of the earth.
poem by Thomas Lux
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Predictors of Doom
It is so nice to know what will be, this, before we step into eternity,
With many hearts filled with fear, about a future that’s not so clear.
And while we remain down here, in Christ we live without any fear,
Knowing He’s in complete control, of all things, both big and small.
As prognosticators play on fear, we know The Lord is always near,
As they predict the earth’s demise, The Lord rules above the skies.
With their scenarios of darker days, it begs a question to be raised,
If soon we’ll be at the end of life, why don’t they point men to Christ?
The changes that these men see, won’t hinder The God of Eternity,
The Creator and Sustainer friend, made an earth that will never end.
Our God shall make all things new, without any help from me or you.
Making a new Heaven and earth, replacing doom with a joyful mirth.
Could they just be smaller signs, pointing all men to the end times?
When all will see bigger things, as every eye sees the King of kings.
They said it was Christians whom, preached all the end time doom,
But that is God’s Truth before, believers see His Glory forevermore.
They speak of what they must do, to save the earth for me and you,
Men of money they endear, to stage off changes in the atmosphere.
If it’s left alone, these men decry, every life upon this earth shall die.
But unless they accept The Lord, they shall see gloom forevermore.
An awakening for nature
How I could be nature hater?
I was to learn it little later
Life needed natural and mineral water
Nature was God’s lovely daughter
No one can be so cruel and harsh
How can we turn beautiful land into marsh?
Where will we go to clean our ills and wash?
Will it not be too late to realize and cash?
The ideas to uproot trees and diversion of rivers
Drying up of its bed and depriving the fervor
What madness we are allowing to nurture?
What best an we expect in future/
Nothing is going right from the beginning
Whole climate is about to witness worst spinning
Nothing can go well with complete provocation
It has disastrous beginning with clear indication
Glaciers are melting with result to spate in flow
Havocs all over and nothing can help us to grow
Can we not take simple resolve at least one tree to grow
As for mercy and genuine feeling with sincere vow
Nothing can stop us from facing the slaughter
We have everything in common to face the disaster
Earth’s inner bed is moving to cause a quake
When will we move sensible and keep awake?
Have we become mercenaries of all kind?
Don’t we see any good reason behind?
It is still not late to understand and find
We can judge the warning from the speed of wind
Many more tsunamis, earthquakes and volcanic eruption
Draughts, excess rain and atmospheric disruption
Still we venture on stalling the nature’s cycle
How can we create blockade in full circle
Nothing is safe with beautiful mother land
She has nothing good to offer on hand
We have hand cuffed her on all the sides
She has only way to counter with waves and tides
Lament not if that turns to be good prophesy
We may die with poisonous air and ask for mercy
Nothing will be left to survive with bare minimum
We got to be vigilant by not keeping silent or mum
We can’t afford to show the laziness or indifference
We got to draw the line with clear inference
If nature is kind enough then we will definitely survive
It has to be all about efforts to strengthen and revive
Let us loose our yoke on water, ground and atmosphere
We may then be from any future catastrophe or fear
If not so then be prepared for all consequences to bear
We may witness new calamities to throw us out of gear
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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We Kill The World
I see mushrooms, atomic mushrooms.
I see rockets, missiles in the sky.
Day by day, more and more,
Where will this lead to
And what is this good for?
Poor world, poor world.
Concrete's rising up,
Where yearerday was park
You heard the robin's song
Heavy tractor runs
Where air was clean and cool
Make money, bringing fuel.
Where will this lead to
And what is this good for?
A poor world, poor world.
Fishes doomed to die
As people live close by
And oaktree falls with moon
Parking lots will come
With flowerfields were bright
As junkyard covers sight!
Where will this lead to
And what is this good for?
Poor world, is hurting bad,
Poor world, is doomed to die.
We kill the world
Kill the world
We surely do
In peace we do!
We kill the world
Kill the world
'cause we don't know
What we are doing!
We kill it
One by one
Don't realize!
And nuclear piles stand like monuments
Of destruction throughout over the country
Promenades must go
So cars can drive in row
New fact'ry towers tall
Farmhouse had to fall
No flowers in the air
Pollution everywhere.
Where will this lead to
And what is this good for?
A poor world, poor world.
Oceans in despair
There's rubbish everywhere
The seaweed chokes in mud
Nature's had her lot
With nuclear waste and rot
And mushrooms bloom as clouds.
Where will this lead to
And what is this good for?
Poor world, is hurting bad,
Poor world, is doomed to die.
We kill the world...
Don't kill the world
Don't let her down.
Do not destroy basic ground.
Don't kill the world
Our means of life.
Lend ear to nature's cry.
Don't kill the world
She's all we have,
And surely is worth to save.
Don't let her die,
Fight for her trees,
Pollution robs air to breathe.
Don't kill the world
Help her survive
And she'll reward you with life
And don't just talk,
Go on and do the one, who wins is you.
Cherish the world,
A present from god
On behalf of all creatures,
Made by the lord
Care for the earth,
Foundation of life
Slow progress down help her survive
song performed by by Boney M.
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When We Were Children
There are times when our mind
slips back to a world we left behind.
To the days when we were children
and innocent to the horrors of humankind.
To the times when the summers sun
seem to last forever and a day,
when we were children
in that world so far away.
In those days when were not
corrupted by life as we are today.
Those days when beauty
came from the petals of a flowers head.
Those days when we were children
are gone to our memories
for us to lovingly remember
of a world we left behind.
18 May 2010
poem by David Harris
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Almost burnt to death
It almost burnt us to death
We were unable to take breath
Children cried to escape sun’s fury
The rays were falling steep causing injury
It caused heavy sun strokes
It passed all previous records and broke
They say it was centuries highest
They were afraid as if complete man kind stood to test
There was no sign of immediate respite
The evenings were pleasant despite
The day was making hell and it was let loose
We had no other option but to remain inside and choose
Why Sun god was so furious on mankind
Why his third eye was oozing so much heat and not very kind
Not bird could fly and go out for good
It was indication of displeasure and that was not at all good
It may take many more days to spread the cool
Were we not cutting our own feet and making fool?
Are we totally blaming free not to invite such wrath?
Why nature is pushing us cruelly to near death?
We have cut many trees and uprooted forests
They were natural habitat for animals and considered best
The birds too have lost the race to breed in nests
It is really a forgone conclusions and real test
It may play havoc and many lives will be lost
This is just beginning and it may heavily cost
The burning sun may bring complete life to a standstill
Everything will be on flame and we may have no water to fill
All ponds and reservoirs may dry and pose the challenge
It will then be catastrophe and may not remain in our hands to mange
It will be witnessed as worst possible annihilation just less of carnage
Bodies may not find place to float even in drainage
It is worst scenario that is yet to be witnessed later
If rain God displeases altogether fails us to cater
It is matter of great concern and can’t be left for another date
We are already passing through delicate phase and are very late
Let us please the nature in best possible way
Let us not uproot anything and make it stay
No blocking of natural flow of river
Growing of trees in large scale forever
We have enough time to address and come out with the scheme
You need to synchronize with natural resources and its theme
Not to deplete natural sources in disastrous manner
It may prove as deadly blow as if pushed in belly with spanner
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Day The Earth Stood Still
Travelling to other planets,
Will not allay your fears,
Believe me when I tell you,
This is going to end in tears.
I gave you all you needed,
On my planet Earth,
But The planet's now eroding fast,
You've nowhere left to berth.
You're destroying all my animals,
The trees and flowers too,
As the Earth is slowly dying,
The blame all lies with you.
The oceans and the rivers,
To all life I had them suited,
Then I introduced the human race,
Now they're poisoned and polluted.
The Earth was self sufficient,
Until humans happened by,
You're intent on ruining life on Earth,
Could someone tell me why?
You really thought you knew it all,
Of brains you are bereft,
Your attitude really does appal,
As there are no resources left.
I gave you every chance to learn,
Conservation is the answer,
But you decided differently,
Now Earth's suffering from a cancer.
A cancer sometimes can be cured,
But swift action must be taken,
You've ignored my early warning signs,
My advice you have forsaken.
Despite the state my planet's in,
It is sickeningly funny,
Instead of trying to solve your ills,
You are still obsessed with money.
Instead of looking to the sky,
To try to ease your woes,
Look at the extinctions here,
They're everywhere man goes.
All you've done is fight and kill,
From the day of your induction,
You seem to know no other way,
True masters of destruction.
Why would I allow you all,
To do the same again,
You've never listened to my words,
All you've did is cause me pain.
So prepare yourself for doomsday,
To annihilation you are addicted,
Remember all your agony,
Is totally self inflicted?
When I gave you all the gift of life,
With intelligence you were endowed,
But you failed to use it wisely,
No more waste will be allowed.
There will be no solar travel,
For reasons you are fully aware,
You are the masters of your downfall,
My planet has been stripped bare.
You will never do the same again,
That I will ensure,
The reason I won't let you,
Is prevention's better than cure.
So forget about your pipedreams,
They'll be fossilised in granite,
My solar system's out of bounds,
You won't destroy another planet.
Your time on Earth is over now,
Even though it was quite brief,
You have caused such massive damage,
Your extinction will bring relief.
Every other form of life,
Will survive when you are gone,
The elimination of human beings,
Will bring a brand new dawn.
The Earth will come alive again,
All life will then re-nourish,
With humans now an afterthought,
My planet will then flourish.
God is your master here on Earth,
It is I who dictates the pace,
I'll determine what the future holds,
Not you the human race.
I hate everything you stand for,
You have acted against my will,
So the day you become extinct will be,
‘' The Day The Earth Stood Still ‘'
A Place Called Eden
There was a paradise that ruled long ago.
Quiet.
Peaceful.
More beautiful than the human eye can ever perceive;
untainted by humans,
this Place called Eden.
This Garden was eternal, life-giving,
as perfect as the Heavens brought to Earth.
But along came Man,
swept in with a storm,
hiding the sun.
A pummeling rain flattened the flowers
and lightning licked at trees, destroying
this Place called Eden.
The clouds finally parted.
The sun peaked out fearfully, looking down
at Man, who stood alone.
Who felt himself powerful.
Betrayal drowned the Garden.
Mad smiled at his feat:
He had taken over with sin,
this Place called Eden.
Man cursed himself,
Perfection was lost, Misery
had taken over Man as Nature
healed itself for its revenge on the Destroyer.
Man learned self-loathing
and the true power of
this Place called Eden.
Death came to Earth. It punished Man fiercer
than Nature had: any man close
to finding the lost Land
was taken from Earth,
and Man was never to find it again,
this Place called Eden.
poem by Zoe Guillory
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Early Works - She’s Gone
The sound of silence
hangs over every room
she has left without reason
has gone I know not where.
I tried my best to keep her
but my best wasn’t good enough.
Though she’s gone her essence lingers
near the shadows of the room,
her perfume freqrants the air
and it feels as if she’s still here.
I’ve tried to think of what to do
with the emptiness in my life,
but no answer comes to me.
All I can think about
is the way things used to be.
If she came back today,
I’d welcome her without hesitation.
I wouldn’t question her leaving
I’d accept any explanation,
but she’s not coming back
today or ever.
Now I’ll have to pick up the threads
of what life there is left in me.
2-3 October 1984
poem by David Harris
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Feel Grateful To Our Earth Mother
Feel grateful to our Earth mother for at least we should feel aware
That without her we could not exist of us she takes good care
We pollute her sky and waterways and remove trees from her land
Yet what we do to her to ourselves we do many of us don't seem to understand
The only visible God of which I can claim to know
To the great Goddess of Nature respect we ought to show
Many of her many life forms because of us becoming rare
This Earth is theirs as well as ours to live on and this Earth with them we ought to share
Feel grateful to our Earth Mother since off of her we do live
We take and take and take from her but back to her don't give
The creator of all life forms that live on land and waterway and sea
Than our marvellous Earth mother there is no greater force than she
And what we do to her we do to ourselves so happens to be true
Respect our great Earth Mother since our respect she is due.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Mother Nature She Will Survive
I feel that we live off of Mother Nature and that to Mother Nature we belong
And if we bite at the hand that feeds us then to ourselves we are doing wrong
Another war now almost certain and more huge bombs will be dropped from the sky
And Mother Nature she will suffer and some of her human children will die.
Harm we do unto others unto our own selves we do
And in these times those words are relevant and those words as ever ring true
Those who dropp bombs on distant cities a part of the Planet destroy
And the words what we do unto others to them more than any apply.
Those who order the bombings of foreign cities may think to themselves it's okay
To destroy a small part of the Planet in a Country from them far away
But we all breathe the same air and the big bombs poison and pollute
And for everyone the price is big when Nature we persecute.
To Mother Nature who feeds us all, mankind cause much offence
And that we damage her by bombing her makes very little sense
And another war is looming if we believe all we hear
But Mother Nature she will survive though mankind may disappear.
poem by Francis Duggan
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All Living Things
The world was not created
for just man alone.
It was created to give
all living things a home.
From the smallest
to the largest
they all have a place on earth.
This why we should not destroy it
in or greed and thirst.
We should look around
and enjoy everything we see,
preserve instead of destroy,
so life in everything can pass along
the bountiful treasures
we all take for granted.
10 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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Statistically Speaking
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
From the viewpoint of a human being...
I detect us humans,
Are the least important things,
On this Earth.
And the water, grass and trees...
Are the 'real' things,
Mother Nature wishes more to treat!
I perceive our existence here,
Is not so high on the list.
Since we are an experiment.
Even though we choose to think of ourselves,
As the center of the universe.
And here to live in a permanence!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
We leech and feed,
Off what nature offers.
We know nothing but conflict!
And this chaos we foster.
There are laws created to discriminate.
Yet we discuss things loved...
And show how much we despise and hate.
We infiltrate and pillage,
Lands where others live.
We take without thought.
Causing blood to shed.
And worship heartache.
As we lay alone sleepless in our beds!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
With faith we fake brotherhood!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Believing prayer delivers escape!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
And cry like spoiled children!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
With no guilt of remorse to eliminate...
The taste of life,
Made of just frosted cake!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
We treat ourselves and others like sheep!
To fleece the wool.
Because we're full of bull!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
We take without thought.
Causing blood to shed.
And worship heartache.
As we lay alone,
Sleepless in our beds!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Yes!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Yes!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Yes!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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