We’ve bottled up the rain and sent it East
Where it has swept away the treasures of a lifetime
And howling winds have torn the roofs
Off our houses and our souls

The furies march in endless waves
Of lightning led by thunder
Across the sacred middle lands
That form the heart-beat of our being,

Ravishing the Eastern shores
With hurricanes and floods
While we here in the scorching West
Watch all the green things wilt and die.

We got so little in return
For sending all that water East:
Parched and ravaged forest lands
On Fire in endless places.

We need some of that rainfall here
To cool the blazing desert sands.
To even out the catastrophic
Damage we have done to Gaea.

While little planes fall from the stormy skies
And land on fields and homesteads,
The houses all hide troves of weapons
With angry trigger fingers waiting.

Our lungs burn in the Amazon;
The leader won’t accept our help.
It’s getting hard to catch a breath
As we choke Inhaling flavored vapors.

There’s little hope, but still they come
Across the muddy borders
Seeking safety and prosperity
That’s nothing but illusion

The weather Gods are furious
At what we’ve done, and we’ve become
Just twisted icons swirling in the flames
Of hatred, greed and apathy.

Following a Judas Goat, we march
Toward destruction of our planet
Shouting slogans filled with lies
And promises that all is well.
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