Oh my, but what is to be free?
The flood of a desolated sea that divides us brings no bearing time to be free
The living beasts of the sea themsleves have time to be free
But with plastic coming in as masses we end their time to be
Seldom do we reckon to know that the doves on the trees are only free when their time is done, oh don't you see?
Fear the wicked we must, and fear in the politics they trust
Their absence of change left the keys to earthly heaven to rust
"Keep me in your dreams" said once a dove
"Before I am gone and left unto the mud"
I solemnly swear that change is a must,
For if it is not done now, it will be too late for us
DU LIEST GERADE
THE ECO-TERRORIST
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