Wake Up!

Wake Up Child

by B.M. Hughes

Wake up child, your momma she’s crying.

Wake up child, your momma she’s crying.

She’s crying so quiet,

She’s crying you see,

She’s crying about the world

And how it’s going to be

There are mushrooms in the ground,

They grow and grow each day,

They spit out a poison

That will never pass away.

And we the children wonder

What will we have some day,

Will have to taste this poison

That our parents allowed to pass this way.

The forests are so quiet,

What’s left is almost gone,

The soil rich eroding,

Industry sings its song.

All the cement makes her wonder:

Where will the children play,

The rush of traffic answers:

The future’s here to stay.

She wants the best for you

But does the world seem to care,

The answer seems to linger

As it chokes upon the air.

And the acid rain it falls

While the rivers turn to gray,

Will all the world that was

Finally blow away?

So wake up child, your momma she’s crying.

Yes wake up child, your momma she’s crying.

She’s crying so quiet,

She’s crying you see,

She’s crying about the world

And how it’s going to be…