The earth that birthed you,
You buried her under your very own feet,
cracks rising from the blistering heat…
The air that echoed in your laughter,
You snatched the joy from that wind!
Do you deserve to smile?
Animals all innocent that cease to be without even knowing why
You proudly put lives into danger,
They lose what’s theirs,
But yours? You fight…
It’s in your decency,
In your good human blood
and your ability to stand upright,
That you return to nature’s benevolence with your exploitation…
What’s the big scheme to save yourself from your shadow?
Is it the magic formula that hasn’t been created?
Or the biodiesel that isn’t sold?
Talking matures nothing,
Yet all you do is talk!
Because you can’t let your car be and instead take a foot walk,
For all you do is talk!
For all you do is talk!
