I stood and looked across the great divide -

I'd swum upstream to get a better view,

who ever thought we'd fall to genocide?

Tide marks are arcing higher - that's the clue.

You ought to take a walk along the shore -

more sand has disappeared into the sea,

we seem to turn our backs and slam the door -

poor fools who never learn from history:

He sent a flood to punish men of greed -

we deem ourselves above our sin's reward

or do we simply love our luxury,

redeeming all on Sundays with the Lord?

Ordaining more destruction brings our end -

endorsing profit spells our planet's death,

dethrone those who are not prepared to mend -

endeavor this with every waking breath!

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