A complete re-hash of my earlier poem of the same name.
Lyrics by a human, namely, me, but...
Full disclosure...
The music is not human ;-)
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O my Lord, I hope you don’t see man as virus or disease This bright blue globe you gave us faces such profound unease We’re told that we will drown or burn though some of us will freeze And only you can save us… can we have our ball back please We drive our cars and fly in planes for holidays on skis And now they tell us that we’ve brought our planet to its knees We’re gonna catch the sun and stick up windmills in the breeze Which feels like ‘fingers-crossed’ so, can we have our ball back please We make it, break it, use it up We throw it in the trash And then we buy another one Cos all it costs is cash But now it seems our number’s up We’ve been a little rash This Earth unlike the phoenix May not rise up from the ash Another storm has ripped up houses, bridges, cars and trees The sewers overflowed into the rivers and the seas But now we’re in a heatwave and it’s thirty-five degrees It’s really rather hot so can we have our ball back please The scientists keep saying we eat too much meat and cheese They tell us we can all survive on lentils, beans and peas Which won’t achieve too much when just a few of us agrees And so I have to ask you, can we have our ball back please We make it, break it, use it up We throw it in the trash And then we buy another one Cos all it costs is cash But now it seems our number’s up We’ve been a little rash This Earth unlike the phoenix May not rise up from the ash This thing that’s wrong with planet Earth is killing bugs and bees And coral reefs have had their day in many far off seas Though governments may talk a lot, they never hear our pleas Their taxes will not save us… can we have our ball back please We leave our oil and gas right there beneath the sands and seas Then ship more in with diesel fumes and importation fees We’re gonna catch the sun and stick up windmills in the breeze Which feels like ‘fingers-crossed’ so, can we have our ball back please We make it, break it, use it up We throw it in the trash And then we buy another one Cos all it costs is cash… To save the world we’re armpit deep In net zero decrees But only you can save us… Can we have our ball back please
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