Grassroots

mother, help me, the trees are gone
father, help me, the air is thick
brothers tell me, what have we done
it seems to me like this is the final run

the waters are filled with the debris of our illusions
the plastic world we created is slowly falling apart
fear is rising, there seems to be no solution
unless we come together to write a new constitution

cause on the burnt soils of dystopia
a new culture will rise
inspired by ancient wisdom
and driven by the wonders of today
and since hate has cracked up the soil
in darkness we saw our seeds
and finally they are thriving
towards the light again

Like Grassroots… We’re Grassroots…. repeat

for far too long
we have been distracted

by the surface
of complexion, nation and creed
now we can see the empire crumbling

making room for what must finally succeed

some people call it repatriation
some people call it anarchy
some people fear total chaos
oh lord, I cannot wait to see

we are taking back the power
every man over where he stands
we don’t let  manipulation
enter our heads
and since hate has cracked up the soil
in darkness we saw our seeds
and finally they are thriving
towards the light again

Like Grassroots… We’re Grassroots…. repeat

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