And as a final act, he went out and wept upon their land,

Then passed governing power to an opportunistic banker,

Carnage upon ecologies, extending far the master’s profits,

Mining corporations, oil barons, and needy foreign markets.

Rip at the trees to make more banknotes,

Tear at the earth to churn out diamonds,

Bubble the oils, there’s gold brewing in it,

Smog thick the air to manufacture profit,

And salt the fields so people cannot resist.

Spread it round, spread it round,

What the raging fires don’t scar,

Will be sold fast at market value,

What the first nations can’t refuse,

Will be counted to greed’s hoarding.

The end days are here, blowing by winds,

So let us celebrate and take without fear,

Awash, awash, awash upon these lands,

For the billionaire and corporate demands,

An apathetic machine needs its lubrication,

To consume a world then claim intelligence,

An artificial disease without a humane soul,

A click of numbers that eats planets whole,

Accounting without value placed on people,

Vision without environments that are livable.