Somewhere something’s stirred awake,
This feeling causing worlds to quake;
Time won’t tell what time can’t knell –
Some things seem to cast their spell
On hopes and dreams
And movie screens;
Left to wonder what time remains
For us, insignificant grains
Of sand who think we own this land;
This earth, this home we’ve manned
With all the care of abusive lover,
Abandoned, broken, poisoned mother
Earth she cries:
‘Free me from these blistered skies.’
