- We live in a bubble,
- made of different gases
- Of valleys and mountains
- and ocean masses.
- Outside this bubble,
- our death is certain ,
- It blankets our earth,
- like a protective curtain.
- We think we're safe,
- from the forces outside.
- When our atmosphere's gone,
- there's no place to hide.
- The rays of the sun,
- would be our annihilation,
- Burning their way,
- through every nation.
- Some would escape,
- a select few,
- To carry the species,
- not me and you.
- Under ground they would live.
- like rabbits in a burrow.
- Living in an existence,
- with no real tomorrow.
- We say ban the bomb,
- let's not make war.
- But our enemy lies,
- only next door.
- In the factories belching
- out soot by the ton.
- And car fumes a plenty,
- blocking the sun.
- We cut down the trees,
- that produce our air.
- Razing the forests,
- we really don't care.
- Money is the quest,
- profit is the game,
- When the crunch finally comes,
- who will be to blame'!
- and beings from a distant star
- may on day find their way
- to a decayed and rusted empty world
- a civilisation of another day.
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- The Thin Green Line,
- stands firm before
- An impregnable fortress,
- in the environmental war.
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- And the battle hymns,
- our cause to boast,
- Linked arm in arm,
- from coast to coast.
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- From the ocean shares
- to rainforest depths,
- Raising our banners,
- on Parliament steps.
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- And blockades firm,
- no farce can overcome,
- With our conviction,
- not by the gun.
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- For the earth we love,
- our sacred place,
- To preserve it for,
- the human race.
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- The front line troop,
- the ecosystems we guard,
- Stopping so called progress,
- in our own backyard.
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- Sometimes we retreat,
- but never in a rout,
- Working and planning,
- is what It’s all about.
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- Our unbroken rank,
- will never decline,
- For we're marching in,
- The Thin Green Line.
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- "The Waysider" No 241 Nov 1993
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