THE BEAUTIFUL ONE

The beautiful ones have been reduced to ashes and thorns
their feet now ache to run, their hands longing for a gun
they know this land, they own this land
they cry for them, they cry for you

The beautiful ones have been reduced to ashes and thorns
You inhale their air, yet started their hell
they have no white flags, but green flags don't mean war
if you don't see their tears, look! stare a little longer
you'll see that salty glue leak from their bark

The beautiful ones have been reduced to ashes and thorns
they once stood there; yes there, were your ugly feet are planted
they once shielded your storm,drunk your carbon, now you let them burn
the snails hate you, the monkeys do too
the fire flies told the stars how ugly you are
for making that harmless tree - that beautiful one fall