The Keen

Mountains grind, wail, and moan,
Hear the keening of the stone.
Rock becomes the earth and loam,
Never more to go back home.

Descending now, eternal silence,
as the earth screams with defiance.
This planet is our reliance!
Mankind's living in subsidence.

Rivers and the oceans tangled
with pollution choked and strangled,
once with glory Earth was spangled,
now she's lying maimed and mangled.

Its only progress! Oh, that's right!
Extinctions are but oversight!
Strip it all for anthracite!
Death of man your plebiscite.

Sometimes of us we try to warn,
while with laughter we are scorned,
of our burdens never shorn,
till our flesh lies dead and torn.

We are all good little sheep,
wretched masses in great heaps,
everyone afraid to speak,
vile ones our fruits now reap.

I don't know what else to say,
I will speak another day,
once again try to convey,
dreadful things are underway.