A sea of green in a land of black,
A place where happiness lacks.
The animals here rarely talk
For they fear, here too the black shall walk.
Once they had a happy life,
Until people came like a sharp knife.
Once this was a happy land,
Until people came and made it sand.
The animals they would harass
At the time when Earth was not like Mars.
Once animals were happy souls,
Until people played the villain’s role.
Now all they do is cry and pout
For elsewhere there’s no life: North or South.
Now all they do is cry and pout
And only sad words escape their mouth.
