Under the Stars
Under the
Stars
The engine rush and the oily smoke,
And the industry screams as we choke,
And the maddening rush for cash,
And the filling the seas with trash,
What do we think we’re doing, friend?
How much more can we the earth offend?
Let the lights go out and then,
We’ll find each other under the stars again.
Aren’t you tired of the bash and crash?
Still trying to build an unreachable stash?
Will we turn this place into ash?
How much is left we haven’t trashed?
What do we think we’re doing, friend?
How much more can we this earth offend?
Let the lights go out and then,
We will find ourselves under the stars again.
Will we always cut and chop and burn and slash?
Why must we always act so damn rash?
Will we succumb to some political whiplash?
Wipe out the animals in one bright flash?
What do we think we’re doing, friend?
How much more can we this earth offend?
Let the lights go out and then,
We will see ourselves under the stars again.
Can we much longer our ways defend?
How much longer will we pretend?
Let the lights go out and then,
Maybe we’ll see clearly under the stars again.
There must be a better way, my friend,
To find our way under the stars again.
Cliff Lake 6/26/2024
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