first published: Jun 26 2011
there is no fat left in the land
we’ve sucked poor Gaia dry
we’ve partied while we raped and burned
what’s left? Who knows? Not i
we’re predators who've preyed ‘til now
on everything we saw
but all that’s left to prey upon
is us. So now it’s war.
The strong will prey upon the weak
the young upon the old
to keep the middle class alive
our children will be sold
descent to bloody anarchy
will shred our civil skin
the truth of what we really are
is just now sinking in
we’re all so nice and proper
when Gaia foots the bill
but now the piper must be paid
the calls are loud and shrill:
“we have to kill the bankers
the politicians too
the CEOs and billionaires
kill them and all their crew
and all with aspirations
to grow and grow and grow
we’d better knock that on the head
and put their heads on show”
and when we're scrabbling in the dirt
for anything to eat
and almost everyone is dead
including the elite
we’ll be what we were in the days
before our “reason” dawned
before we dreamed that we were gods
before our greed was spawned
we’ll fade and die a species
that might have had the stars
but lacked some fundamental thing
we used up in our cars
