Dear God,
What shall I tell the children
About right from wrong?
Shall I tell them where the poppies grow
Where the dreams of farmers
Became the nightmares of
Lonely old men back from war?
Shall I tell them how worthless
A signature was
To the people from Hawaiiki?
The broken promises of a broken crown.
Or about the children they stole
In return for rape and slavery?
Good for us they say.
Shall I tell them about the rivers
Filled up with shit from cows
And chemical spray,
In the name of interest groups
That are not interested in them at all?
Shall I tell them about
The necessary compromise,
That made the planet hot,
That killed of the seas,
And lined the pockets of greedy men?
Should I tell them it was their fault
For having been born at all?
Dear God,
Is there any god at all?