Clearcut, by Charles Carreon
There is trouble with the people,
because they all have gone to sleep,
Not seeing how their government
Treats liberty so cheap.
There is trouble with the government
because it's acting on its own,
The citizens trail behind it,
Seeing what they're shown.
There is trouble with the media
because it says just what it's told
And never asks a question
before the answer has been sold.
There is trouble with the children
because they cannot find the way
When their parents act so helpless
every single day.
There is trouble with the lovers
because the birds no longer sing,
And the flowers aren't blooming,
made of paper, vines of string.
There is trouble with the ocean
because its rising every day,
Sun is growing hotter
and still they say it's not that way.
When the lies are all left standing
and the truths have all been felled
With the hatchets and the axes
of the greedy and well-heeled,
Then nothing will grow back again,
no grass will raise its head,
And on plastic and computer bytes
Humanity is fed.