Pith and Tar
Of Pith and Tar
Leaves are burning, bleeding and turning
their insides all running out
I see the fires of forests churning
before the Lorax can shout
Towers and spires are pouring out gas
clouds tumbling over skies on the lake
students seem to be crying during Sunday mass
angry about their fathers being fake
The bushes had a dream one time
a future that could have been bright
but the bells have all begun to chime
waking them up in the chaos of this blistering night
I heard that there used to be hope
that somewhere in time there was a stitch
but I guess we missed the boat
because the roots are all drowning in black pitch
Pith and tar
gone so far
can't see the light of day
Bled so much
from devil's touch
nothing left but to pray
sorrows of the fir
the birch and the oak
heaven can't help anymore
because of the golden rules we broke
Pith and tar
lasting scar
can't believe we did this
Pith and tar
the land we marred
no more nature's bliss
my maiden had a kiss for me
but she left it under guard
protected by a juniper tree
one that is splintered and charred
So much for future
so little left to have to hold
the world tried to care and nurture
but all we had was coal and gold
the mountains are all felled
the valleys under tar and fires
we praised false gods and yelled
but all we are in truth are liars
Copyright © John Allen | Year Posted 2005
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