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He Who Laughs Last Will Be A Fertile Mutant Cockroach

When I look up in the air
I can see the wind blowing
I can see the trees dying
From the tears the sky is crying
It'll take much more than care
To ease Mother Nature's pain
To wash acid out of rain
Oil is a quiet hurricane

Show them all the evidence
But they won't believe their eyes
Even now they still deny
Water is not all that clouds the sky

When a doughnuts hole is gone
There is nothing left to eat
When ozone’s hole is complete
There won't be anything but heat
That's no way to heat our home
We need an alternative
And more initiative
The bottom line is that we live

If we murder Mother Earth
Count now what your money won't be worth
No one will laugh, no one will wear the final smile
There will be no one to put on trial

(*03/03/1990)
Written by Poetryman
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