Fur
© 2010 J. Broome

They’ve not yet seen, this illusion this dream
That is reality they think that they are separate from it all.
Evolution’s slow, everywhere that I go
I’m so reminded that I live among barbarians and so
Go back to the days in the stone age
The term survival was the link that made us able to change.
Hunt for food, carnal and rude, the meat will feed you and the skin will keep you warm
Cmon

Chorus.
Hunt for the animal hide, barbaric cruelty
And now it’s all for your wealth or your pride and that is why
the death of fur rots so good on you.

And so it seems, human beings are self important and the most destructive creatures
on the earth. With thoughts so small, selfish and raw.
to add the ignorance to flaunt your petty ego for it all.
What would you do? If you only knew the mirror blinds you from the image that you kneel to and pray.
Times have changed and rearranged what makes reality but you just can’t catch on
Cmon

Chorus
Hunt for the animal hide, barbaric cruelty
And now it’s all for your wealth or your pride and that is why
the death of fur rots so good on you.