Heal My Land

Rancid air fills the lungs Causing blisters on the tongue My mouth is burning from speaking All injustices Cancerous ways of thinking Do they see what the world has become? The Heavens are thick with money No longer the symbol of wealth itself Canopies of greed Descend upon me Pay them the planet A grain of sand is worth More then a million dollars The scent of a lotus White and innocent Cost more then The car in the garage No longer will children be able to dream of Painted sunsets over violet mountains Sunrises of brilliant orange One cannot dream of what is only seen in pictures There is damage that even tears may not wash away I try to scoop up Earth with a shovel and hide it From hungry pockets I try, I’m trying, I’ve tried Alone Save my world Baby heal My land Please.