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Its a Bugger!
The day starts out with a cuppa and some toast,
And then I say a prayer for what I'd like the most,
Like a world of peace and love for all and even mild weather,
But the buggers are still at it and at peace they won't endeavour.
Whilst at the same time they're pumping fossil fuel as if it’s water,
And combusting anything that burns in enviromental slaughter.
And the children are growing up with dusty hair and deep red eyes,
As there's tanks upon the streets and rockets in the skies.
And the books are being swapped by most for eye-strain at the screen,
And personally I think they don't know what they actually read.
In times of yore it was books galore that were a sumptuous fare,
Now half the planet still can't read, so they interact and stare.
If I could just grab an ear of the young ones growing up,
I'd ask them if they could cook and knew how to make a cup,
And if they could learn how to live without a process machine,
And realise that the things we've done have made this world unclean.
And that if we don't learn to share this planet with our others,
We may not have time to find a place or be left to run for cover.
And if you can remember this for your sisters and brothers,
That a life of war and filth it is a shocking bugger!
