Retribution

Our mother grows angry Retribution will be swift We squander her soil and suck out her sweet black blood to burn it We turn money into God and salivate over opportunities To crumple and crinkle our souls for that paper That gold money has spent on us Left us in small boxes, dark rooms Bright screens, empty tombs Left investing our time in hollow philosophies To placate the fear of our bodies returning back into our mother Demand awakening The path we have taken has rotted Ignite, stand upright, conduct yourself like lightening Because the retribution will be swift