Silent Spring -

One thousand ladies in ribbon all adorned, underneath

The sun underneath the earth underneath an awful banner

And golden trumpets.

they’re braying like clockwork mules

In a time of plague, in a time of war

The poisoned landscape defiled by the factory pipe, the

Sickened land the sickened sky.

Cold eyes are spying from the

Top of the pyramid:

The government thug, the government snitch.

But I want something much more different

Not these factories of prisons

I wish that the earth was green again

I wish I had a gun in my hand

Someday I will come back in from the cold