Gaia sent a prophet In a silverboat across the seas to the land of heathens to awaken them from the sleep of death to break the spells cast by demons of deception and the pitchmen with their deadly wares the petro cultists who throw fire on the gasoline of science she sits small in a chair alone before the rulers and kings and shames them this small girl from far away shames them for ending their lives before they have been lived the children of the future travel back in time to join her in her disgust their trumpets and small feet marching in unison to bring down the walls shored up by injustice entitlement to excess that they claim as their birthright at whatever cost must be paid by those whose future they have already squandered in her eyes millions of young faces in her throat millions of voices in her heart the courage of the truth look into the future and see their fates tied to the ones who have failed them a ball rolls down the street no one chases it school is out