Profit

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How far does it have to go before we say enough?

Just sit in your room, as yet another tree cut,
In the name of profit, there's no if or but.
Crashing to the sad soil, from which it had grown,
No regards to its purpose, that is so clearly known.

When the trees have gone, and you choke on pollution,
Too much time was wasted, to find a better solution.
The air thick and toxic, our young can not breathe,
It is the next generation, the mess we always leave.

You sit in your room, as another animal is slain,
In the name of profit, all for a commercial gain.
Landing on the dry soil, we only keep its hyde,
Does this so simple fact, make you feel sick inside?

When the animals have gone, and no food to eat,
Too much time was wasted, you stay on your seat.
That hyde you did wear, was it worth the cost,
It is the next generation, that will suffer what's lost.

You sit in your room, the water they pollute,
In the name of profit, for them it does suit.
No fish do now swim, no sea life be found,
This is a sad reality, that is happening all around.

When the water have gone, and no fluid to drink
Too much time was wasted, you said need to think.
Was that latest new fragrance, and the cleaner you tried,
So important to be had, that the world then died.

You sit in your room, get up and start now,
In the name of salvation, stop them all some how.
Breathe in the stale air, drink deep from your well,
The clothes you do wear, and fragrance they do sell

When it is too late, nobody else can you blame,
You wasted all your time, every one does the same.
In the name of profit, you do hurt every one,
What use is the money, when all life has gone.

 
 
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