The Polluted Sunflower Seed
Behold the time of the culture is change
Stretching across the valleys and plains
Followed by the supply and demand
Controlled by the sneaking governments hand
Raping the pillars of the totem pole
Stealing the eagles the stories are told
Eyes wide open glaring at the water
Falling to the ground as the totem pole gets stronger
The murder in the form of scavenging beast
Feasting on the land of freedom
Hitting the man to who meets him
Glands filled with the wretched win
Can we live in peace and tranquility
Had we ever wanted nothing
Was there freedom here before them
Raped from the society of war
This is only the beginning of time
Sitting by the rivers edge thinking
The story of our past has traveled so far
And we never had the polluted star
Listening making his own sound
The world goes round and round
Stuck under layers of cobwebs
Whilst nobody cares what happens
(Poetry to Grow a Tree)
Behold the time of the culture is change
Stretching across the valleys and plains
Followed by the supply and demand
Controlled by the sneaking governments hand
Raping the pillars of the totem pole
Stealing the eagles the stories are told
Eyes wide open glaring at the water
Falling to the ground as the totem pole gets stronger
The murder in the form of scavenging beast
Feasting on the land of freedom
Hitting the man to who meets him
Glands filled with the wretched win
Can we live in peace and tranquility
Had we ever wanted nothing
Was there freedom here before them
Raped from the society of war
This is only the beginning of time
Sitting by the rivers edge thinking
The story of our past has traveled so far
And we never had the polluted star
Listening making his own sound
The world goes round and round
Stuck under layers of cobwebs
Whilst nobody cares what happens
(Poetry to Grow a Tree)
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