Under heaven’s heavenly lamps
Youths of our time
Digging for silver in gold mines
Destroying ancient borderlines
Forever changing nature’s natural landscape
Eating Tomorrow in their today
As each grain of sand you take away
Releases a monster from its timeless cage
Nature though beautiful, but deadly
Once we cross the lines that save
By our own decisions we make
We bear the circumstances and benefits
Endangering every human being,
Nightmares we see in our dreams.
Is it for survival or youthful games?
To meet demanding ends’ means?
Building little, destroying more
Unleashing the beast that forever roars
Forever changing the natural order
Jobless, struggling youngsters
Zealot and energetic for work
Twenty-four hours manpower
Workers, as though under dark spells
Enslaved, by the situation around us
In pickups and trucks
Raging, eroding our soils
The army of beach miners
For better and for worse
Avoiding warnings from all angles
Troubles deep, they ignore
Like primitive men, without law
With each iron shovel they throw
Each rising tide births a chaos untold
Creeping quickly on our shores
To devour our precious households
Cuz we, destroy the earth with our hustle.
Authored by Moses Saywrayne
Featured Picture by My World Shots
A real problem expressed in the most soothing way. Great piece.