Father, tell me once more
The story of your trees,
How in the wind they swayed and played
Till felled by axe of greed.
Father, I love to hear you speak
Of fishes in the sea,
They swam and bred in ocean beds
Till you killed them with grease.
Father, will you speak again
Of fresh and clean air?
Breathing was a pleasure then
Yet that freshness you didn't spare.
Father, were there sounds then?
What does deafening mean?
My ears are almost dead, you know,
I hear a squeak when you scream.
Father, when winter came around
In your youth,
You saw snow, what was it like?
With it you made hills and mounds?
We wear masks to help us breathe,
Suits to keep us safe,
Our eyes are covered dawn to dusk
Lest they go blind in the haze.
All we eat is grown indoors,
In our pristine labs,
Your outdoor farms cannot compare,
They were infested with rats.
We've advanced, we've progressed
We are now civilized,
In your youth you had your plains,
In ours, we've concrete wilds.
The story of your trees,
How in the wind they swayed and played
Till felled by axe of greed.
Father, I love to hear you speak
Of fishes in the sea,
They swam and bred in ocean beds
Till you killed them with grease.
Father, will you speak again
Of fresh and clean air?
Breathing was a pleasure then
Yet that freshness you didn't spare.
Father, were there sounds then?
What does deafening mean?
My ears are almost dead, you know,
I hear a squeak when you scream.
Father, when winter came around
In your youth,
You saw snow, what was it like?
With it you made hills and mounds?
We wear masks to help us breathe,
Suits to keep us safe,
Our eyes are covered dawn to dusk
Lest they go blind in the haze.
All we eat is grown indoors,
In our pristine labs,
Your outdoor farms cannot compare,
They were infested with rats.
We've advanced, we've progressed
We are now civilized,
In your youth you had your plains,
In ours, we've concrete wilds.
