War is brewing.
Bubbling in a melting ***.
Smelling of the devil.
Sulphurous and raw.
Winged assailants chucking their bombs.

Link hands and hold on tight.
Let love move in overnight.
Warriors we have to stop.
Sisters beseeched by others take control.
As we are mother nature's soul.
They tell us only good can triumph.
But the temperature's rising.
It's going to blow.
Such hatred, such spite.
The war machine, so hateful is spoiling for a fight.
(c)Livvi