Days Of The White Owl

The skies, swirle in a marble haze<br>I gaze across the land, with a sense of loss<br>Are we down, in the game<br>Do we get in<br>Wave the white flag, frantically<br>No, no, no<br>Where do we go now<br>The corporate nightmare, sprouts like weeds<br>As we ignore, oh so conveniently<br>Like a coloring book, this land<br>We color in, with chains of stores and homes and businesses<br>What have we done<br>No, no, no<br>Where do we go now<br>The white owl glides across the summer sun<br>Death lurks near, I fear for this kingdom<br>Abused, raped and ignored<br>Left to rot by the wicked sins that we cherishas progress forward<br>I witness, this self destruction of our race<br>I fear the futureand it`s shaping face<br>I can`t help but dwell, on our spiral down<br>What does it mean for myself, our race, and the future that we own<br>No, no, no<br>Where do we go now