The High Command

as our planet is getting close to hitting back and the streets are full of folk on crack her seas rise and her land is splitting still most are at home praying and knitting its getting colder as every winter passes and when summer comes we turn to ashes we say ok it will pass in time its no big deal as the high Command dips your pockets and steals every one has a box in their front room which they stare at day night and noon getting lessons from the folk who say don't worrie now its gonna be ok and they sit in their bullet proof cars munching on thousand dollar cigars taking all our given rights and we don't even put up a fight so the day will come when the planet says thats enough im not taking any more of this abuse and stuff it will show us all how small we are from the fish in the sea to the folks from afar but will they hide and hope for the best when mother earth puts us to the test and if they sneak their way on through ill tell you something it wont be me or you