The guardian of the world sits by,
and wonders wholly where and why.
the care has gone from peoples minds,
because all they do is pull and grind,
the resources from our mother earth,
and count the profit with much mirth.
Not many think of our future,
most are thinking of Haute Couture,
no one wants to think ahead,
but they still want their daily bread,
selfish people, big consortiums,
making out they care pah consortiums!
Profit is nothing when our earth is a wasteland,
and we have to go back to tilling the land,
how many folk can survive on their wits,
till the land and nurture chicks,
sow the seed and harvest crops,
cut the reeds and thatch their crofts.
Making life a joy to live,
making friends and learn to live,
helping others make teir way,
seperating curds from whey,
we must work along with nature,
and our children we must nurture.
Our future depends on Mother earth for we are her children, and all we have done is kick the hypothetical shins of that Mother and abase her. Sooner or latere she kicks back and it is only just beginning