Mother nature’s unwavering cheek

What have you done with my precious gift

My consecrated tenement, a senseless short shrift

Whoa to the mind deciding my beloved’s fate

The one who lit the match and walked away

The one who sits upon the green green grass

The one who flips every switch, eyes closed fast

And The all important one who signs on the dotted line

All of you, none unnoticed by me, ultimately pay the fine

For All my tears cannot put out your firestorm

You must take my wrath when it comes along

Don’t stand there idly crying feeling aggrieved

You have no leg to stand on, no air left to breathe