Burn Down The Nilgiris

Burn down the Nilgiris,
Pollute the water from the sacred Ganges.
Level all the pilgrim mounts,
Things are getting worse, each day, Man.

The ruins of our salvation will lie,
Like the ancestors left us the signs,
We morons don't understand,
They have burnt my nature scarred with their unholiness.

Smash the glasses, burn the paper, bring down buildings,
Life as we speak is distantly getting diminished,
The words of charity, are holding me back, but the love for nature is why I speak,
Stop, Stop your unholy ways, A prophet says.

Each tree we vaporize, each lake that we dry,
A scar we leave behind, and She never forgets the scars,
Her love for us is degrading, each day, each hour, each second.
Rise up, Rise up against them, stop this brutal murder, or we may not live any further.

The clock ticks, getting near is our extinction, we forget,
the sweet sounds of mother nature, we still love her,
But no respect, all she asks is a little respect, I cry out,
I plead, let me be your messenger, your guide.

She is there moaning the death for her children,
Like trees they stood, Like rivers they played,
Now they are either burnt, butchered or buried.
Love, respect, she will still give us everything, But I guess its never late,
She is there, We are here, Waiting to decide our fate.