The time is nigh

It’s a tool down
School down
Talk down
Walk down… the road
Time for us to show
The government that we know
What’s going on

Not a sing song sing-a-long fairytale ending…..
We better start mending
the madness, the sadness, the grief and despair
Pulling out our hair
As the creatures wild and rare disappear without a trace
Why?
The human race.

So gather your placards and gather your voices
Gather your thoughts and now look at your choices

What kind of world do you want to leave
What kind of impact
(wait… is that blood on your sleeve?)

Deeply entangled in this grim situation
Seems whatever we do causes more violation…..

So… where to turn
What to do
Time’s running out
And… Are you?

Running out to… The mall?
That apocalyptic hall
of desolation of the soul…?

Where your hard earned money is poured down the drain
Another link in the chain of suffering and destruction
Exploitation and corruption

And the world keeps on turning
Yes, dear, that is the Amazon you hear burning.

Amazon grace, how sweet the sound.
Hush now. Goodnight. Sleep tight. Or rather… Hold tight.