Plug Out the Machines
Take me home
To where all the flowers grow
Fields and plains
Under the sunlight's glow
A breeze of wind
Brushing against my skin
Chirping birds
Flying into the wind
Will I ever see the day
Tranquil as the sea at bay
Lie upon the softest hay
Will I ever have a say
Ashes fall off
The wounded forest trees
Burning oil
Seeping into the leaves
Shifts the earth
Under my static feet
Hungry lives
Give in to their defeat
Pull
Pull out from the race for power
You are not god
Pull out the plugs from your machines
They poison your land
Will I ever see the day
Tranquil as the sea at bay
Lie upon the softest hay
Will I ever have a say
Will I ever see the day
Tranquil as the sea at bay
Lie upon the softest hay
Will I ever have a say
Writer/s: Hameer Zawawi
