we don't blame ourselves

We don't see our consequences

We only see what we desire to have

We will plunder it through the years

Even that we don't see the bad

When temperature rises high

We complain; we nag; we shout

With no apparent reason

We think we are right

We don't blame ourselves

When Nature sings her blues

We think Nature has nothing to do

The barren land the polluted rivers

The streams in the forests

It turns orange due to mud flow

The forests clearing for timber

We think of developments

The consequences of the displace people

They sing their sad songs to the wind

The original people of the land

They are saddened by the greedy exploitations

When souls are going to take away

We start to learn our mistakes

We start to tell others not to do it

But it turns hollow in our ears

The 7 sins wreck havoc in our minds

We make the consequences hard to go by

Though we pray hard for our sins

Nature cry of her lost crown of glory