O! Africa, land blessed with savanna grass
Smooth ivory, rubber production few can surpass.
From ancient times, you’ve been exploited,
your mines emptied, rubber trees cleared, quaqqas murdered adroit.
O! Africa, land blessed with greatest feats
Of evolutionary marvel, the strongest beasts
Lion and hippos, rinoceri abounded
In the time before Portuguese ships had grounded.
O! Australia, land blessed with red rocked land
That tepid clime of marsupial brand
From ancient times you’ve been a haven
For monotremes and freaks, all things craven.
O! Australia, land blessed like the bourgeois
Blighted thylacines of mighty maw
You’ve been run down by colonization
cane toads and dingoes and collapsing civilization.
O! ancient world, once blessed with verdant lawns
What must you think of us, monsters you’ve spawned?
We tore open your bowels, skinned you alive
All for the treasures you had buried inside
O! sweet earth, fertile soil
We’re trying to return your spoils
Philanthropists lend a helping hand
Science trying to replicate DNA strands
stuffing animals into jars
stuffing scientific lingo into legal bars
trying to make a thylacine reappearance
trying to keep the golden frog from disappearance
trying not to realize, to think, and concede to the grief
the loss of all that once roamed the garden with Adam and Eve
(we’re all alone now, hear the bells toll now, there’s no escape now)