The White House announced that it intends to roll back all climate control regulations and other environmental regulations that “make it difficult to conduct business.” It’ll be great, they say. This song tells a different story
Executive Producers Don Caron and Jerry Pender
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LYRICS
by Don Caron
The steam of factories paints the air
A whisper of doom. Does anyone care?
Promises bound to a gilded throne
Future forgotten, Earth’s chances flown
Rivers sigh under burdens vast
Wonders of nature, fading fast
Policies written in shadows and greed
Seeds of sorrow, a careless deed
Oh, the restless wind. It howls our plight
Silent forests speak only at night
In the echo of stars, there lies a naked truth
We poisoned our fountain of youth
An oak stands tall, Its leaves turn gray
Warnings dismissed in profit’s play
All trace of wisdom lost in the fray
Hope flickers faint in the break of day
Children’s eyes look up to the sky
Dreams of tomorrow wither and die
Actions bereft of justice and care
Darkening paths to who-knows-where
Oh, the restless wind. It howls our plight
Silent forests speak only at night
In the echo of stars, there lies a naked truth
We poisoned our fountain of youth
Mary
Excellent!
John B McDonald
Sad indeed