The
land flows in affluent of resources
With
so much to offer her inhabitant
From
the dust of the cities to the one that matters
Every
strive in plenty that makes life sweet to live
Dust
of Gold
Was
the land called so much to afford
From
the guy in the street to the one
That
seats in their castles and mansion
Even
the man in the moody houses
A
siren environment...a dust of gold was it called
Many
years has come and gone
Administration
has come and fakes out
Life
still flows in succession in high some high
And
the land retard depreciating
Dust
of Gold
Nature
seals it deals and take toil
On the
land once flow in affluence of resources
Everything
living is die the oil spillage has rendered it all
To
less to nothing all fails and things has fallen apart
Everything
is gone we’ve lost it all
Nature
seals it deals and takes a toil
Due to
human error not averted
Wasted
because of non-chalent attitude
Of one
set of being rendered the whole land
A land
of Dust of Gold now turns to dust of oil spillage
See
what we’ve done to our world
What
have done to our world?
Have
you ever once take thought
All
the life we have lost do you ever think of all these
Dust
of Gold not dust of Oil spillage wasted and lost it all
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