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A warm winters night

Is obscene with no delight

Like a dozer’s relentless mighty push

Which sterilizes our noble bush

I remember the promise of green

And bubbling of life divine

Running water so pristine

Natural world was yours and mine

But what of it I hear you say

All of this earth must die

Tis not point to fear today

And none are yet to utter a cry

Its not death that I fear

Nor its cohort decay

But black air that fill my lungs dear

For the future of this jewel I pray

Man cant live on bread alone

Industry needs meat

Headstrong heart has turned to stone

And soon he wont need his feet

Progress will not be denied

In this there is no merit

Life quality has declined

Our children will bear it

I’m done I’m spent I want no more

I don’t want to be involved

It was a mistake to consider

The environmental riddle

Could ever be solved