Mother Storm
When the world is out of reality
Demand resources despite the brutalities
Food, clothing, water, inches of the Mother Earth
Pure essentials since we were given birth
Ship food to China to process
Our dream bubble needs a recess
You tell me the food on your plate is real
Why do you feel bloated after every meal?
Generations arriving with defects
Pesticides are creating societies rejects
All you can say is it's cheaper
Wish technology made a common sense seeker
To deny Earth her natural gifts
She'll birth a storm that will make you drift
Second thought, down those pesticides
You gotta brain, it's your roll of the dice
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