“The end is nigh” I hear them say
while our world crumbles day by day
and those who profit from the fall,
we let them rule; they make the call.
The instrument of our own demise;
it’s us who listen to their lies.
Fake gods about across the land;
confusion reins as if it’s planned.
People Of Colour, you must rise;
we’re all the same in Gaia’s eyes.
Red, yellow, black and even white;
the colours that all now must fight.
We’re at the point of stand or die;
we need leaders who we know won’t lie.
They’re buried there within your hearts;
go find your truth in Gaia’s arts.
We plough them in most every day,
it’s time to find another way.
Gaia can teach us if we’ll learn
just how to build instead of burn.
Her truth is there for all who seek;
she loves us all – the strong and weak.
“The end is nigh” that much is true
but not the end of me and you;
corruption’s end is in the air,
its stench of death is everywhere.
Now is the time that we must rise;
rally against this system’s lies
and stand strong for our futures sake;
tomorrow’s in the choice we make.