Earth Song

we love the world, so we make it our own but nothing about the way the people live leaves the creatures alone we live so bold "Dig around here for gold!" it used to be so cold "Preserve the bad; kill the old!" hey, what's really good here? we say we love it, but it disappears Venus and Mars scold the smoke that they see rising from the atmosphere hey, i heard the voice of the bird she said her children never lived to see the way the trees turn into streets of homes the way the ice turns into water catacombs the pesticides spray out her sad silent cries with oil blood and chemical tears an act of genocide the skyscrapers are really scraping the sky leaving wounds in her pure outer skin and soon she'll bleed out and die hey, what's really good here? we want to thrive, but will we even survive? rats and foxes are now biohazards the pulled-out roots are bloodshot veins in her eyes hey, i heard the voice of the bird she said her children were trapped in plastic like chains it cut their throats; they could no longer sing songs destroyed art isn't art when it's gone