When will our finest hour be

When will our finest hour be,
when we fight to defend
from those who poison land and sea
and sky, the Earth our friend.

Fight them for the beaches
and the green fields and the hills,
those oil sucking leeches
who never seem to suck their fill.

Fight them for the forests
and the mountains and the rivers;
fight them all before its
too late and lost forever.

Those men who peddle oil like drugs;
using our troops as hired thugs.
When will our finest hour be?
When we make them our enemy.