The trees have grown for years and years, but now they cut it down
All I have is memories of a glorious view, what I admired is now dirt ground.
The beautiful hill that rose high with courage is now defeated into a peak, sometimes it is as flat as the street, slaughtered just like animals used for meat.
The only way you could stop a quarry is through protest! But these selfish people won’t listen and now it has become an environmental contest.
To see who will shout out our rights. It looks like some caring people have might plus the bended road is bright.
So why can’t people see the light? So how did I realize this crisis it’s like a natural side of ISIS.I asked myself what’s happening today its going the wrong way
I came to the conclusion that the housing development is now an illusion
Trinidad is a beautiful nation, it’s like a cultural inspiration
So why do you want to turn it into a foolish aim playing a silly game to find someone else to blame
These questions still stand and everyone won’t give a hand they continue destroying something so pretty Trinidad now has no safety; the magnificent island has died; at least I tried.
11 years Old