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