Sunday, December 07, 2008

OLD RECORDS SPINNING OLD TALES


Hill side tragedies
The game of profit and greed
The game of class amongst people
They forget about calamities

A class above the rest
When they mentioned where they stay
A name of power and wealth
Nestling quietly amongst the lush green and hill

Now do they learn?
The government, developers and buyers
For awhile they say they learned mistakes
A year or two it is back to business

The hill slopes
Death waiting to happen
Look around us
The deepest cut you can’t escape
Burying by mudslides and boulders
Nature warnings people ignore

Minor cuts on the slopes
People ignore carrying on as usual
Memories of the past faded away
They don’t stop and think awhile

Hill side tragedies
It isn’t over many will be sacrificed
Living in power of grandeur and class
Only death await when they aren’t aware

Hill side tragedies
Old records spinning old tales
Lives will be lost through greed and class
Nature will take her vengeance
When one doesn’t follow her laws

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