We clear up lands of forest primeval Only to plant new ones for survival; Leaders scheme to modernize their nation Others hold back, crying conservation; Settlers would get land appropriations While natives move into reservations; We dig canals, but cover up ditches In times past we treat good men like witches;
We lure tourists with thrills and suggestions And suffer traffic jams and congestions; Nations arrange games for friendly matches Supporters fight each other on the benches; Many pray to kind gods, but kill for grace Or arm, ready for war so there is peace;
Some rare insects we have sought and cared best While those living with us we kill as pest; We keep rites, sutras for copulation And then warn of overpopulation.
♪ ♫ Well, I guess, it could be said that if my knowledge and wisdom were converted to wealth, I may humbly say, in all honesty, that I am not a millionaire. But if out of my two cents, you would agree to accept one of it, then, I could proudly say, in all modesty, that I have done charity.♥
The legato of language and lingo, The dance of diction and dialect — Have you ever considered the difference A little letter or two can effect? Texture of tense, Savor of sense, The nuance in a sentence — What’s really
I went into the jungle And what did I see? Bodies of soldiers, ours and theirs. I looked from the jungle And what did I see? Families of soldiers, ours and theirs. Standing at an airport Mom and dad waiting,