Vandalism and wear defile the city's structures
Mud and exhaust break down the framework
Old paint weathered and chipping, pollution, inhale the contaminants
The metropolis is diseased
A rabid dog in a psychotic rage
We are the desecrators.
Who contaminate the water and pollute the air
What will you do when the supplies are empty?
Desecrated continuity, We have killed our children
We are the desecrators.
The Earths traitors
Subverters of nature
Open your eyes
Open your mind
There is still time!
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Reviewed by Rukiya Faizah (Reader)
Reviewed on December 2, 2004
I feel your stance on this issue...we have to take care of what we have...Now!
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