Mining Madness

Greedy diggers working,

Finding gold selling soul for fame and money 

But yet no one sees the 

Devastated lives of the land left behind.

The burst of hot dark gas ruled the land.

I could hear the foolish laughs 

Nature calls me, it wants me to help them 

Country cries as its last tree dies

The magpie sits silently while its wings burn in agony

Land clearing 

The sound of the wind, prancing of the tree

Birds singing different tones,

The smile that the trees give me is gone

The unheard lies behind all of this

Mining madness