- The Hatter January 2010
Lost Innocence
Clothed in what nature would provide
We moved in tribes that did not collide
In small groups close as can be
A small but efficient family
There came a day when we did not gather or hunt
There came a day when our stones were blunt
We now toiled the earth raising the ox
We traded our tents for a mud box
In due time productivity grew
We controlled nature and thought it true
Soon our cities were expanding fast
We all thought that the air would last
The spiritual touch replaced by the sword
We sent our ships conquering abroad
Killing and taking which was not ours
Killing and taking for the ivory towers
God it makes me sick I want to puke!
The fact that we still here is lucky fluke!
For surely we cannot think
That Earth would put up with this our disgusting stink!
I pray that soon we will learn,
Learn that carbon we must not burn
This for the sake of our tomorrow
This to save our children’s sorrow
And here I refer not to human alone
But to all children of animal and stone
Perhaps now we will bury our pride
And turn this goddamned tide
Turn it to what god originally meant
… please help us again find our sacred intent!
Clothed in what nature would provide
We moved in tribes that did not collide
In small groups close as can be
A small but efficient family
There came a day when we did not gather or hunt
There came a day when our stones were blunt
We now toiled the earth raising the ox
We traded our tents for a mud box
In due time productivity grew
We controlled nature and thought it true
Soon our cities were expanding fast
We all thought that the air would last
The spiritual touch replaced by the sword
We sent our ships conquering abroad
Killing and taking which was not ours
Killing and taking for the ivory towers
God it makes me sick I want to puke!
The fact that we still here is lucky fluke!
For surely we cannot think
That Earth would put up with this our disgusting stink!
I pray that soon we will learn,
Learn that carbon we must not burn
This for the sake of our tomorrow
This to save our children’s sorrow
And here I refer not to human alone
But to all children of animal and stone
Perhaps now we will bury our pride
And turn this goddamned tide
Turn it to what god originally meant
… please help us again find our sacred intent!