Watercolor forests time lapse in their creaking ancient rings We're smearing their earth tones as the sawblade sings Grins of snake oil drilling seeping speculation on massive scales Rigged justice with financial backing even as the prepaid system fails Golden ratios and timeless cycles failing the fickle expectations of fiscal years But you should know dead money tastes awful on a trail of tears Captive nations petrified in amber waves not replaced Borrowing fallen feathers to hide all we've faced Dialed down the stars To depict time as a definite place our fragile Axis Mundi fallen from grace But how do you find a voice to speak for the trees When you’ve been living in skyscrapers slums and SUVs? As bloodshot tired eyes fail you've gone too far away If we meet between the rows what's left to say? Brief clashes of red then long fades to grey? Am I your keeper or am I your slave? Your strip mauled *** toy to plow and pave? If you miscarry what was it we even wanted to save?