2013 – The Lucky Number?

Child of WarReblogged from OccupyMelbourne.net

 

Rumours of war and destruction of all.
It feels like the world is about to fall.
The future is cloudy as we hit the wall.
Slow collapse, empire of the mall.If bombs don’t get you Fukushima will.

It is spewing radiation into the pacific at will.
Ignored by the masses but alternative media shrill.
Telling those who wish to hear about the X-ray pill,
that we are all about to take, making the water boil, all life ill.
Do you think the sea life is edible, whales killed off by radioactive krill?
The lesson from history is that too much greed kills.

Bee colony collapse is happening still.
Accelerating away, plant species are killed.
It’s rumoured Monsanto’s to blame, it was their evil deed.
If bees die off there will be no grain, bees, who can’t breed.
How they have kept it quiet but if all the bees die theres no feed.
The masses will starve, culprits make profits, and then they flee.
Even the lord needs bees to make flour for bread.

They want to resume the hunting of whales, a failed historical plan.
The whales are massive victims of man, luckily theres the Steve Irwin.
Once its started will it open the floodgates of the dam?
No moral license even if its the official meat of Japan.
Antarctica is not your dominion or your land,
These seas are not yours to plunder, I am no fan,
Of those who steal from the rest and create their own brand.

Like Nestle who wants to control all the water.
The CEO says it belongs to the corporates.
No human right for clean water but its ok to pay us,
Litter the planet by plastic bottles consumed by tonnes.
The pacific garbage patch will be melted by the earth’s anger,
when its had enough of abuse and brings forth volcanoes.

You see they are fracking and cracking the earth’s crust.
Chemicals down, poisoned water remains,pumped onto roads and runs off
Into the river, bubbling from broken wells and seeping methane gas.
The rich will not pay it will fall on the rest of us.
They will probably escape into space, or in a tardis

No regard at all for us.
The last ones on the bus.
But I will keep fighting till the planet is lost.
No miracles here, no messiah on toast.
Just us, the brave, the few, the last gasp.
Riding the Titanic down by clinging to the mast.
But the band is still playing the party is not over.
Rip out the cancer and a new future we can craft.
The people are going to have the last laugh.

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