Back to Seed

 

Burning man held at gunpoint

Israelis shot for holding white flags

Death to those who are no threat

High-ranking chess-pieces wear drag

Bombs and bullet stockpiles 

Running rather lean

While civilian small arms weaponry

Is bursting at the seams

Now the West begins to see

The bloody hell they've made

Not just on the TV screen

It's your self-made hit-parade

We must set new parameters

With boundaries redefined

A new batch of calamities

To keep the herd in line

Now that they have no money

Decrease their credit lines

Take the things they want and need

And let them whither on the vine

All the debt just washed away

With nothing left to own

Drive your electric rented scooter

To your rented tiny home

War, disease and famine

Keep coming day by day

You've made the world your sculptor

Is this all you have to say

Go out and serve your purpose

Whether it be word or deed

Or let it all roll over you

As your soul goes back to seed