WE'RE ALL FUCKED

The men in sharp suits
To the bearded terrorist,
Peter pan leads the merry dance
With his flute
Oh how cute
I'm feeling pissed.
Hotspots the world over
Killing day after day,
There'll be blood flowing
Over the white cliffs of Dover
Is it any wonder
That the skies are so grey?
Happy, smiling holiday makers
Blasted from the sky,
Anarchist or separatist
To the jihadist fundamentalist
Between their rabid bullshit
We're all sentenced to die.
The dying rhino's horn
To the haunting elephants song
Hunting for a myth,
Aphrodisiac or craved health
Extinction in pursuit of wealth
Man is wrong... So wrong.
The last feather
Of the golden goose is plucked,
We've gone too far,
Raped the land, Polluted the sea
Yes, it was you and me
We're all to blame
We're all fucked.
We're all the same
We're all fucked
So fucked.
Phil Hall  July 2014