!!!Oh Mother!!!

I had a dream the other night
though it wasn't night
and I didn't sleep

I took a ride on a cosmic train
and saw many lands through acid rain,
could barely breathe through my pain;
Oh, friends, how to explain the shame
of vile oil on the beaches of Africa,
of Chinese slaves in Wal-Mart factories
of Mother Gaiia raped and crying,
of good-hearted people valiantly dying,
all for the gold in this computer I use
all for the pretty house on the hill:
the soft bed, the silk clothes, the diamond ring

And I have been an awful son,
seeing Gaiia so very sick
and taking no action
but stealing her jewels
to worship myself in idols of gin

As I understood from books,
the world's much different from how it looks,
and humans have been living, creating, stealing and giving,
since long before the first airplane or kingdom

I had a dream the other night
but it wasn't night
nor did I sleep
and now I cry as I write,

but even darkness is pierced by moon-light;
let us take arms against the empire of lies,
and perhaps, perhaps things may fall out right