CLOUD CUCKOO LAND

The whole world
You should understand,
Well
It seems we're employed
Just to see it destroyed
That's why
We all live in
Cloud cuckoo land.
The truth is this
Things are rather shitty,
I've found the nub
And this is the rub,
The real nitty gritty.
We've made it an art
To pull
The world apart,
We rape resources
From the ground,
Natures tears
Have wept for years,
But,
Man never hears the sound.
Masses
And the call to prayer,
Dictate a theological brew
Their reason for you
Being there.
Every setting sun
The harvest of the gun
All done in Gods name,
Doctored doctrine
So under hand
Here in cloud cuckoo land
This is mans greatest shame.
We have our senses bashed
As to lifes mast
We're lashed
Sailing upon the sea of lies,
Though we're all carbon based
It leaves an awful taste
We've even polluted our skies.
Now nearing the final hour
Yet we still have the power
To change
What they have planned,
For once don't take....
Give
And let the earth live,
We can all emigrate
From cloud cuckoo land.
Phil Hall  June 2014