Bonfire grows, guitar strums, the river in the distance flows; water-sound hums.
Mother nature giver; enhances us fatter, round woes drum.
Trances brain-batter, society clatters, climbing up irreverent ladders, fumble down our paths, forget our original calves, letting go of our primitive halves.
Craving mouths open agape, wondering ?where? we come from. . . down the lake.
Importance transforms to impotence; dependent on the industrial world, destiny curled. . . curtailed by the wind of capitalism.
No longer free; to the woods we sinned, to the forest we abandoned, to the jungle as our greatest smuggle.
No elements to snuggle our skin; lost, bare: skinned apple, mutated pear.
At one last tree we finally stare; wondering ?what? it used to be like to have long hair, cradling nature as our nurture in one.
Earth becoming a dry perth, burnt by the sun.
If you have enough power in your smog-filled lung, stand up as trees turn to log, hog turns to meat-slab, crab vanishes from the sea, plea to the corporate democracy that all this demolishing is insanity.
Open your mind ?what? world would you rather enter, we hunt behind closed factory doors with electric shock tools, in place of our innate kindness we must implement rules.
We manipulate our world to be too easy, our instincts sloppy, our reflexes queasy.