To an info-age moving way to fast
The fate of these lands
Is now placed in our hands
Will we bring destruction to an end
Will we have the power to mend
Save this fragile dreamland
Wash away our footprints in the sand
Global warming is causing weather changes right before our eyes
But we still blacken our skies
Sunrays take less time to burn our faces
But we still destroy our rain forests and just leave empty spaces
The men spill out of the factories everywhere
Punching their time clocks basically unaware
Don�t realize what's happening to the big picture
The massive devastation of the atmospheric mixture
Every day go through their daily motions
Waiting it out for measly promotions
Distant stares and silent prayers
Monday to Friday . . . say goodbye
Our oceans are slicked with oil spills
Our waterways full of toxic waste that kills
We build our cities on mountains of pollution
Without an environmental solution
We live our lives in search of wealth
In the process damage our good health
Crime stories are found on every newspaper page
People loosing control in an uncertain age
The victims of greed are getting younger
In a world that still allows their hunger
Our petty problems make us hang down our heads
While million's go unfed
Desire unfolds the light of our day
But we cannot give in to the subtle decay
We must rise above the haze descending
Toward mass action mending
We must take control of our actions today
or the children of tomorrow will be the one's to pay
The new innkeepers shall soon take charge
of the next generation�s voyage at large
Trends are patterned and patterns trended
But man's damage must be ended!
by Robson Grant
