Paupers Living On Counted Hours
What have we done to our blue skies what have we done to our land
neglectful beings that we are we abused the works of His doting hand
What made us think that we were Kings in a Kingdom not quite ours
with Mother Nature maimed we're paupers, living on counted hours
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2022
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