Wounded Earth

Written by: Alex Conrad Seno

The hour is at hand that men must see
the wounded Earth as bare as it can be
By our own hands as we slash and burn
By our own hands as we chop and turn
this lush emerald mountain
into a dust laden terrain

When will we open our eyes?
When the river swells…
and floods take our lives?
Will it not be too late?

When will we ever care…
That the fuels we burn
poisons our living air
Will it not be too late?

So I say:
Wake up old man…
See what has become!

Wake up young boy…
See what you can do!