Change in Strategy

Bitter winds are blowing and the seas are running high

Hands of time are pointing, it’s time to say goodbye

The earth’s revolution is all about the sun

While man’s revolution is down the barrel of a gun

A rocky park quite close, is the Purple Camas’ home

Early in the spring, it flares in glorious bloom

Like tulips were in Holland, Camas fostered trade

Perhaps such innocence was bartered for a blade

The cycles of the seasons are hostage to man’s greed

So where will global warming ultimately lead?

Why are we gambling that this is just a hoax

When the god that we call Science already spoke

We only want to listen, to what we want to hear

Locking out the verity that we could disappear

Decisions we make now are based on yesterday

But we need a change in strategy, no time to delay

Bitter winds are blowing and the seas are running high

Hands of time are pointing, it’s time to say goodbye

The earth’s revolution is all about the sun

While man’s revolution is down the barrel of a gun

Everyone is a crazy mix of the devil and the saint

One half causing damage without pause or feint

The other half wishing that we were free from pain

So good rises up, then bad comes ‘round again

We are too short-sighted, and populate too fast

Maybe only God can make our earthly tenure last

But prevailing winds blow messages that God is now extinct

So who or what can save us from what we do and think?

Bitter winds are blowing and the seas are running high

Hands of time are pointing, it’s time to say goodbye

The earth’s revolution is all about the sun

While man’s revolution is down the barrel of a gun