Who Are We?
Who are we to make the rules?
That Mother Nature dies.
We throw her around like rusted tools,
And make her earth filled with flies.
The rotten corpse of her beautiful body,
Now lay crushed beneath our feet.
Are her dying screams heard by anybody?
No they are covered with concrete.
Her children who provide the substance for life,
Are chopped and beaten down.
Cut and torched by man's knife,
And used with no trace to be found.
She cries and weeps and you hear no pain,
Your ears are filled with smog,
She tries to get your attention but all in vain,
Your minds are clouded and fogged,
She yells and screams and we deny all,
We say we are doing just fine.
We of all people cannot deny her call,
Or with the angels we soon shall dine.
Do not misuse her and do not abuse,
For this is our only home.
After it's over we have no excuse.
We'll have left her beaten and alone.