Who hid the beetles and bugs under stones?
'cos those are no longer no privated zones.
Who thought the sea air belonged in a shell?
as now that we've smashed 'em, it's our noise to sell!
Graveyards are treasure chests,
deep like leviathans,
dig down and take! divest!
leave bones to bleach in the sand.
Who played the first bar of music for us?
'cos there is no law against breaking that trust.
When did the dinosaur's history end?
'cos now we're equipped for the next rock they send.
Bones filled with marrowfat,
transplant into our banks,
lantern-filled skulls begat,
skeletons bleached in the sand.
Was I possessed when I shook that man's hand?
'cos I just agreed to the rape of my land.
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