Living In Fear

Living in Rome You cannot strife with Pope There is only hope To cope with the environment And adapt to the Nature To make a safe future Trees are Almighty’s Greatest gift and treasure We cannot be foolish Like the man Who wanted to be rich Very quickly And thoughtlessly slaughtered The hen for gold And repented at the great loss Be decent before you repent There is no use Beating the track After the snake has an escape All covet, all lost So recover today Without a delay Well begun is half done If you tear the tent You will face a fear of rent Patched cloth is better For a bare body