I’m looking at everything I use and wondering; Where did this come from? How was it made? What did I kill for it? So maybe I didn’t hold the knife but as a consumer, I am what feeds the system to continue doing what it does.
The jungle burns all through the night,
They say you can see it from the satellite.
Smoke so thick for miles around,
They had to close the airports down.
The green of the jungle turns flaming red
As another cattle ranch gets the go-ahead.
Hamburgers grow where the forests once stood,
Somehow I get the feeling that we’ve all been fooled.