Is it too late, have we left it too long ,
Will the result be no more bird song ,
It was passed down to us to look after and cherish,
But with all neglect we could perish.
We have not responsibly managed the plight,
One day will come regrets,sadness and fright,
This amazing thing we were given to love,
This mind blowing thing sent from above,
An artefact we were to give to our kids,
Alas human nature says that's something that forbids,
It's down to the filthy Lucre as Johnny rotten once said,
It's time to change our ways before we are all dead,
This amazing thing set in the milky way,
Let's look after it , else it's our kids we will betray.
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Author:
Fozzy (
Offline) - Published: September 14th, 2021 08:13
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Comments3
Although I'm not too sure about the word 'given' (carping, I know), I agree with the sentiments and find a well constructed honest piece here.
And as it appears no one has formally welcomed you to MPS, I will - good luck and stay with it.....
Totally agree with you Fozzy.
Andy
Cheers for the welcome dave
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