They took their soaring success
For granted in the mad race
Shook hands with evil greed, turned blind
To the presence of divine
He, who perches on tall mountains,
Tames the power that winds possess,
Who reins the free will of the stars,
And spreads the warmth of sunshine.
No one took out time to assess,
The damage to His balance sheet
Their overdrafts put nature in a mess
True happiness churned in the grind
Now they reflect upon true progress,
And pray, ‘O’ Divine, Please Be Kind!’
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