On the first six days,
we lived in trees.
We hunted, farmed,
made bread and cheese.
We forged and built, white,
black, and brown,
the kingdom of man in
Eden's ground.
An d when we'd made our heaven and hell,
on the seventh day we killed
ourselves.
On the first six days we fought with rocks,
With slings and bows and fire locks.
Eye for eye, pound for pound,
We took our wars to another
man's ground.
On the seventh day our kith and kin
Welcomed the dread invader
in
He has no sound, no sight, no smell
No reason at all on earth to dwell
He has no mind to call his own
His nature is made by man alone
You need a machine to know he's fair
In wind and water, food or air
He does the work of coal and oil,
but no one wants him on their soil.
He is not made in knightly stealth,
he's made to increase worldly wealth.
An d when his useful life is done,
they'll pay the earth to see
him gone.
He comes by ship,
he comes by plane,
he comes in trucks, he comes on trains.
We all take tablets every week
in case they crash or they find a leak.
The children know about spent fuel
Even before they go to school
Police and soldiers everywhere
You're never alone any where
They watch your post,
they tap your phone
They check your past,
and they search your home
They give us a pass, forbid us arms
In case we mean the in
vader harm
The invader lives where the jobs are few
He runs itself, little to do
Our men work there because
it's near
Replaced by the death rate every year
The poison gases overhang
Then blow away to an
other man's land
They pack him into glass and steel
And away in secret to conceal
In oceans, mountains, desert holes,
as if they were hiding their
own black souls.
But someday, somewhere,
he'll get out and bring his makers
to account.
On the seventh day,
we've proved our worth
as a nuclear dustbin for the earth.
A fitting end to set the pace
for a way of life that depends on waste.
When our children's children bear the scar,
They'll curse us for the fools we are.