Under The Seal

Five thousand millions of years we know

And countless words to describe

Five thousand millions of tears will flow

The epitaph for white man's tribe

We number the species by their names

And place the apes at the top

We make menues and weigh our lives on scales

But never know when to stop

Is this what we've learned?

Is this what they've earned?

In slaughterhouses we rank the nameless graves

And give them a line on page three

But some time ago we lived in caves

A life we should all have let be

Then one day in October life grew sad

The market fell with some six per cent

And money we lost that we'd never had

And then came the time to repent

There is still an answer

There is still a way

There is still a meaning

There is still a day

There are too many assumptions

Of how it was meant to be

There never are any questions

Of what's best for you and me

I know it's getting harder to feign every day

But if life wasn't getting us farther

What was there left to say?