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The Last of The Last

Look how beatifully the sun goes dovn
Over singing birds in puffy clouds

Callously we annihilate everything around us
And with attentive look
We ignore plaint of our indiffence.

How can we watch inactively ?
The maltreat of all that is alive.

Tearfull and old face of hopelessness
Can be our next image of future,
Unless we realize that shadow of distuction
Falls also on our palms so unnoticed.

We might be doing great here...
We might be living here in harmony...

How long we will the suffering of innocent last ?
When will we stop to look at our infinite Me ?

After we poison the last spring,
Cut down the last tree.
We´ll find out money we can´t eat
money is not meal