Padre

Father, tell me what they have done to the river that no longer sings
Slips like a dead barbel under a span of white foam
Father, the river is no longer the river
Father, before summer returns hide everything that has life

Father, tell me what they have done to the forest that there are no trees
In winter, we will have no fire, and in summer, no place to shelter
Father, the forest is no longer the forest
Father, before it gets dark, fill the pantry with life

Without firewood and without fish
Father, we will have to burn the boat
Plow the wheat among the ruins, father
And lock the house with three locks, and you used to say, father
If there are no pine trees, there are no pine nuts, no worms, no birds

Father, where there are no flowers, there are no bees, no wax, no honey
Father, the countryside is no longer the countryside
Father, tomorrow blood will rain from the sky
The wind sings it crying

Father, they are already here
Monsters of flesh with iron worms
Father, do not be afraid, say no, I will wait for you

Father, they are killing the earth
Father, stop crying, they have declared war on us