Nothing will be the same next morn.
Nature , the last refuge, will become
Furious, frustrated and forlorn
For prejudice has overcome.
Ah nature, she’s not to blame
And actually I’m not either,
Here no victory we can claim,
Trapped in wars we can’t go further.
Ah nurturing nature, we’ve been
Doomed since we first loved each other,
Such hatred this land’s never sen,
The greatest love it can smother.
Ah flowers all over the fields,
You better give up your blooming,
You’ll grow unnoticed until weeds
Consume your delightful booming.
No human eyes will behold you
With love and passion as we did,
Ah you shining with every hue,
Tomorrow you’ll be lying dead.
Ah shelly shore scarcely trodden
Where shapeless rocks reach the water,
You’ll see no more lovers hidden
In a golden, sandy crater.
Ah birds coming from the cold north
To find a temporary shelter
No one will greet you with such warmth
As we do or watch you better.
Ah moon eavesdropping to our talks,
You won’t enjoy them any more
For every where prejudiced halks
Have never ceased to swoop or soar.
Ah sycamore used to hide us
From any extremist’s racism,
Or any rival’s eyes jealous
And blinded by fanaticism.
Ah nature, the game is over,
Or you might say ‘the performance’,
Oh curtains go down and cover
This age empty of romance.
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