It is time
For me to write
This cold pollution
Has won the fight
Art is dead
Look and see
The art of life
The trees agree
It is time
For me to write
Words of mine
Words of mind
We’re thick and creamy
Deliciously light
We like to love
We love to fight
Pleasure is sold
For cash in the hand
The real price
This precious land
The selfish, the greedy
the primitive past
Learning the lesson?
Changing at last?
Learning to look?
Willing to see?
Climbing the ladder?
Planting the tree?
But the future is waiting
To revenge our sin
To witness the scorched earth
Where we had once been.