Sometimes
Roaming the streets at night
I hear a wail
A scream, of terror and pain
of Gaia
Who gave us her all
Who gave us her womb
and her shelter
Nurtured in her warmth
We grew
Despicable hungry humans
Proud of our vanity
Our dignity.
Sometimes
Roaming the street at night
I see death
Staring in my eyes
As we ruin our mother
In the name of dignity
And progress.
Belching out our principles
On a defenceless Gaia
All she has
Is us, and our brothers.
We slaughter them
In the name of our dignity
Stripping them of theirs
Stripping her of hers
This is our dignity
This is our destiny.
Saturday, June 9, 2007
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