Stewards of the Earth

It was the summer of ‘42

The seas had risen just a meter or two

No polar ice caps—no more Greenland

We have flooded the Promised Land      

Yes, we have flooded the Promised Land

 

(chorus)

We are the Stewards of the Earth

Laying waste for all we’re worth

So steal your share—more if you dare

After all, what’s fair is fair

After all, what’s fair is fair

 

The ocean’s deserts—devoid of life

Bled by the blade of an industrial knife

The dead zone grows each passing year

Will God save us or should we fear?

Will God save us or should we fear?

 

Now it’s the winter of ‘63

And the fields are burning spontaneously

Trapped in our cities—food grown in vats

How much longer can we last?

How much longer can we last?

 

Forget tsunamis; forget earthquakes

Because global warming is all it takes

To rid the world of our dark curse

Yet She’ll live on despite our worst

Yes, She’ll live on despite our worst

 

 

Thomas Hubbard (3/17/2008)

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