GroundDigging in and excavatingMore Like This
to look for hidden gold,
the darkness surrounding me
betrays the sheer cold.
As I burrow close to the core
of this forsaken place,
I can only hear the voices
and feel the spit on Gaia's face.
I've dug as deep as my body
can allow, in its weakness.
I found the treasure deep within
such absolute bleakness.
Quick! Clear this thicket!
Prepare the blasting caps and TNT!
We have to convert the forest into a quarry
and strip it clear, entirely.
The explosives are put in place
and the ground shudders with the shock.
The priceless metals and jewels within
are rubble now, now quite easy to mock.
Excavators and diggers and sluicers
and all other machinery types
are put to work and utilized
so these materials are swiped.
Taken from the depths,
the light now darkens,
crystals are stolen that
once resonated, none can hearken.
The song of peace within is replaced
by shockwaves, blasts and concussion.
There was never a chance to put to a vote.
The economy waits for no discuss
Lament to the WorldCumha ris a' ChruinneLament to the WorldMore Like This
'S e àm cunnartach airson na Cruinne,'T is a dangerous time for the World,
Tha sinn dlùth dhan chall oibre luachmhoire.We are near the loss of precious work.
Th' air chall mòran lusan 's beathaichean, och,We have lost many plants and animals, alas,
Tha feum mòr againn air ar n-airgead fhèin.We greatly need our own money…
Th' am brat maoth an Adhair truaillte, sracte,The delicate veil of the atmosphere is befouled, torn,
Is feumaidh carbadan ruith thuige 's bhuaith'.And cars must rush to and fro.
Tha na coilltean 's achaidhean air saltradh,The forests and fields are trampled,
Tha bailtean mòra 'fàs nas motha fhath'st.The cities are growing bigger still.
Tha na beanntan mòr' air tochladh dham bheò,The great mountains are mined to the quick,
Tha feum fìor againn air a' ghual 's an òr…We really need the coal and the gold…
Tha tìr thorrach falaichte le cruadhtan,