This Colour

If we blame each other
there is no room to teach others.
if we cover this forever,
we will never recover this colour.
this breeze has got to be about 16 degrees.
it is in the seas and the trees and
I can hear the bees, but we are a disease of fees.
oh please.
listen we need to change the system this is not fiction.
it is an addiction.
if we do not stop, I have a vision of a world of ammunition.
and politicians who never ask permission.
If we blame each other there’s
no room to teach others.
if we cover this forever,
we will never recover this colour.
in my scope there is still hope. to fix the
globe so I am tossing a rope.
do not take this as a joke cause.
this smoke will make you chock we’ve
bombed the earth but there is still time to reverse.