Birds in the Sky

© Jeffrey Hellman 1991

 

 

 

Birds in the sky

Birds in the sky

I hear them choppin

Hear them choppin up my life

 

Men dressed in green

Killer machines

In their hands

In their glands

In their hands

 

Cut down my plants

It's a cynical dance

It's not right

I can't fight

All their might

 

Put my plants in their nets

Make no arrests

Then they fly

Through the sky

My hopes die

 

Took them away

To a place where they say

They use fire

Build a pyre

Burn my dreams

 

By the time you count ten

The best buds they'll send

To the men

Who had sworn

The growing would end

 

The growing will never end