Here Today - Nausea

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Once fertile land, now barren crust

A «clear cut» path tred foolishly

Into the grasp of industry

Listen closely, can you hear

The falling of the tree

Deep within the forest heart

Where no one’s there to see

The raping of an eon’s growth

Squandered callously

Another murdered biosphere

Consumed by industry

Cry of the seabirds, vanished with time

Waves no longer crash the shoreline

The sea is now content to boil

Weighted down with heavy oil

Corpses cast out from the sea

Rot on the shore, amidst debris

Their skeletons slowly decompose

No longer sun to bleach the bones