Breaking the Chain of Command

Bulldozers, drunk with gasoline once again have scarred and maimed a place, once green with grass and trees Where we once heard the sound of breeze and ghosts of children played their games and were forced to leave their childhood memories There trembles now an engine's roar, that drowns the sounds of echoed glee In trenched out holes, in broken trees The big top guns....pour the concrete, build the towers Ravage earth, take the power, then run- run- run The dinosaurs raise their iron heads Jaws dripping with loads of earth and grass Like a gopher rampages through his halls Forcing the small guys to their knees One by one the disappearance of the land And while the green world our grandfathers knew Is gone in days, with every oak that falls When this new invading presence someday is done Has had his fill of dollar bills, Then soon abandons one and all.. What will be our fate Who will mourn, who will recall? Will we stand up, change the course Can we stop invading forces Before it’s too late? Before we have lost it all? ________________________________________________________________