A protest song

It occurs to me that some lyrics are appropriate here.

I learned this in a forest protest in Goolengook in the early 90s.

Your idea of health seems to me to be my idea of death
Your idea of wealth seems to me to be there’ll be nothing left
And your idea of what’s a necessity is my idea of greed
And your idea of inconceivability is my idea of need

So what will we do when all the trees have been uprooted
And the land won’t grow our food?
And what will we do when all the seas have been polluted
Will you still say development is good?

One planet, one people, children of the land,
Tell your mothers and your fathers so they can understand
The earth’s a single system of which we are a part
Everyone can listen to the beating of her heart.