DIME A DOZEN

Factory by the sea

Who could afford to buy the sea?

If anyone could it would be the factory.

I couldn't afford to buy the sea;

Could you afford to buy two or three?

I think that neither you nor me

Could afford to buy even one to set it free.

Though of course we're all free in a democracy

Including the ones who own the factory

So they can freely buy the sea

And use it up like crazy.

But you and I may sometimes be allowed to stand

Upon the shore of eternity

On the edge of the heart's own land

And pray our prayers where no one will see.

A huge tree was cut down and thrown away

Lay upon the warm wood and feel the life it gave

If saviors were a dime a dozen today

They'd sure find plenty on Earth to save

Mother of sky,

Mother of sea,

What's all this to do with me?

Mother of roots,

Mother of tree

Is there something you're trying to say to me?

Mother of stone,

Mother of shell,

What is the reason this tree fell?

Mother of womb, mother of morn

What is this chaos in which we're born?

Mother of smoke,

Mother of fire

Why is my fear for the Earth so dire?

Mother of milk,

Mother of blood

Why are there poisons in our food?

Mother of woman,

Mother of man

Why are the speakers of true words banned?

Mother of symbol,

Mother of script

The pen in Her blood was dipped

To write the deeds for factories

To bring Her down unto Her knees

Her fate and our own fates embrace

Look now into Her face

Here on the shore you'll see Her best

Your heart will do the rest