Monkey Escape
i see the man on November TV
he says he’s the One
to fucking lead me
but I feel as if I’m trapped in a zoo
A sane man led
by a primate crew
but now…
all the monkeys have left the asylum
find us some guns and let's go pile 'em
no time to trial 'em, bury or file 'em
cuz if they be the problem, we’re the solution
gotta do our best to stomp this pollution
cuz if we don't do it, there's no absolution
the owls in the trees, manatees in the Keys, the
whales in the seas, the deer in the Steens
the very seasons beg us to stop the treason –
there's no better reason to remove this damned
lesion
we be the dog, they be the fleas-on
our hearts are a-seizin’ while the mountains still
breeze-on-
it’s our own mother earth that we now put our
knees on
we gotta…
shake 'em off or they suck us dry
watch for the signs, the signs in the sky
pray with the pipe, with our Momma we’ll cry
til we are left and the peace and the trees and the
bees and the oil-free seas
and we fall on our knees
melt into the leaves
and smile
back at grandfather
finally knowing
that we are a part
of all that was
and is
and ever
will
be…
--Eric Marley
November 2010
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