My heart is beating so fast
The rains are pounding with a blast
A strong storm in the heat of summer
the signs of the times, the blasted weather
My pain is hurting aghast
My soul is being pounded to dust
Like earth my spirit is hurting
The recklessness of humanity undeserving.
When will this greed last?
When the earth is sickening so fast.
When will the cries of earth and the poor cease?
When will we ever shake this disease?
