We love this earth
Music colored clouds
Grass stages built for
Dancing past the sun
An expanding invasion
Turns forests to swamps
Clouds to steam
Talking to their gods
The globe’s new masters claim all rights
For millions of years they lived in peace
Now know fission and fusion
Burn earth to high fever
Are they cancer or virus?
We see a repeated tale:
Primitives prevail
They will be sloughed off like fleas
Your biblical prophecies
Turn real
When you look to the future
You will meet the past
And find you’re not there