A Lament to Enlightenment

Come, oh fair sunrise

Cast dusk to shame

Screech the existence

Of Mother Earth's pain.

Show her the trees

Wooden stumps bare

Axe scars the weight

Of the other kind's care.

Enlighten the fauna

The sick and the dying

Aching with hunger

The creeks softly crying

Raise brittle winds

So death takes another.

Should she see the forest

Stripped of its wonder

Man's dark desires

Brainwashing our youth

Lord, spare our innocence

And show us the truth.