The rocks on these barren mountain slopes
slowly bleed radioactive isotopes
this is where the goats of green start bleating for more
yet all is silent below, where begins the fields of war
Only these strange green goats are alive now
they had watched up on grounds high
watched the battle of mankind and Earth
knowing if man had won, no one would survive
After turning on mother Earth breaking her back
they in their greed of want turned on each other
they stole what they could of other lands resources
those final battles of man now gone, saved their mother
The green goats will in time turn pure white
with no mind poison of man in sight
the green will come back to the world
greed will now stay hidden within deep soil
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 11:02 PM UTC
The rocks on these barren mountain slopes
slowly bleed radioactive isotopes
this is where the goats of green start bleating for more
yet all is silent below, where begins the fields of war
Only these strange green goats are alive now
they had watched up on grounds high
watched the battle of mankind and Earth
knowing if man had won, no one would survive
After turning on mother Earth breaking her back
they in their greed of want turned on each other
they stole what they could of other lands resources
those final battles of man now gone, saved their mother
The green goats will in time turn pure white
with no mind poison of man in sight
the green will come back to the world
greed will now stay hidden within deep soil
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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