You’re invited: Mother Earth and Father State are finally marrying!

Hey Mister Congressman, I hope you’ll understand,

That the things that matter nowadays,

Are simple things like sand!

Don’t underestimate the rage of a mother,

Who sees her children not appreciated by one or the other,

The Sister Poles may emerge, they’ll drown you in your sins,

They’ll show you that in the End, the one who doesn’t die,

Is the one that wins.

Now ask yourself, just go, unfold,

The things that matter nowadays are things seldom told,

To think we’re nearing the end of our race,

But the goal is nothing but a disgrace.

Hey Mother Earth, how are you doing?

Is your husband good to you or is he mistreatin’?

Never mind that question, I myself am part of your struggle,

So ashamed am I of what I haven’t  done,

That now I’ll try to not stand back to watch this rape of you,

So that maybe, one day if I may have children too,

They’ll be able to live under you just as I did,

And not fear that you’ll return to us, whatever we did that was cruel.