Wounded Earth

The hour is at hand that men must see the wounded Earth as bare as it can be By our own hands as we slash and burn By our own hands as we chop and turn this lush emerald mountain into a dust laden terrain When will we open our eyes? When the river swells… and floods take our lives? Will it not be too late? When will we ever care… That the fuels we burn poisons our living air Will it not be too late? So I say: Wake up old man… See what has become! Wake up young boy… See what you can do!