Our Dying Island

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Composição de: Martin Walkyier
I woke from my daydream--discovered my nightmare was real, 
At the altar of progress to gods of ambition we kneel, 
Our database deities--they cannot save us, 
Microchip miracles only enslave us. 
The high priests of high finance claim that their actions are wise-- 
But our planet still dies. . . 
It dies for the want of more people who care 'bout the poisons we 
pump in the seas and the air, 
Yet blissfully ignorant--still unaware, 
We strive for a future entwined with despair. 
You say, "Why waste concern on the rivers and trees--they belong to 
mankind to exploit as we please?" 
Face up to the fact that mankind's a disease--irrelevant microbes 
with colour T.V.s. 
Tell me just what kind of fools would laugh and stare death in the face? 
Only to worst kind of fools (like you and I--the human race). 
If we laugh for long enough it could well be our epitaph, 
Mother Earth will laugh the loudest--She will have the final laugh. 
BUT WAIT--the time has come to realise, 
BELIEVE--the truth our eyes will not disguise. 
SPEAK OUT--to say, "It's no concern of mine," 
DECEIVED--is to be party to the crime. 
We all toe the line and swallow the lies--and our island dies. 
Let computers dictate our emotions--determine the way we should 
feel. 
Turn our backs to the future now our days are numbered, 
And where will we run to when this world is plundered? 
Your conscience a whisper drowned out when your avarice cries-- 
And humanity dies. . . 
Without hot winds or tower blocks crashing--no silver-lined mushroom 
clouds herald man's passing, 
From the Garden of Eden--into death everlasting, 
Such a high price to pay for what we took without asking. 
Stupidity's legacy is passed down the years--as our knowledge 
increases dispelling the fears 
That the ghosts of the past may again reappear--as the dawn of the 
silent apocalypse nears. 
Tell me just what kind of fools would laugh and stare death in the 
face? 
Only the worst kind of fools (like you and I--the human race). 
If we laugh for long enough it could well be our epitaph, 
Mother Earth will laugh the loudest--She will have the final laugh. 
(The advent of insanity--no future for humanity. 
You pander to your vanity--it blinds you to reality. 
In temples of indifference we hail the gods of ignorance, 
And sacrifice our final chance--behold the death of innocence.) 
BUT WAIT--the end is near so we must choose, 
BELIEVE--that we have everything to lose. 
SPEAK OUT--if empty words are all we're worth, 
DECEIVED--it is the end for Mother Earth. 
We all toe the line and swallow the lies--and our island dies. 
If we think the world is our oyster we'll surely choke on the pearl, 
It is ours for a while to respect not defile--but minds drunk with 
power still whirl. 
The lands we dispute are not ours to pollute--neither the air that 
we breathe, 
But how will we ever see reason when we can't see the wood for the trees. 
Now we hold the future in the palm of our hand--place your faith 
In 'Rainbow Warriors' not castles of sand, 
The hourglass is empty time is slipping away--so prepare your 
excuses for the Judgement Day. 
Court is now in session--Mother Nature presides, 
The jury are our children--whose futures we've denied. 
The evidence conclusive--we have no alibi, 
The victim was our planet--the verdict: MATRICIDE. 
BUT WAIT--the time has come to realise, 
BELIEVE--the truth our eyes will not disguise. 
SPEAK OUT--to say, "It's no concern of mine," 
DECEIVED--is to be party to the crime. 
BUT WAIT--the end is near so we must choose, 
BELIEVE--that we have everything to lose. 
SPEAK OUT--if empty words are all we're worth, 
DECEIVED--it is the end for Mother Earth.
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