 songs & lyrics Frightened Child (Unreleased) Cry for the choking seabird Flapping bleeding, ruined wings On oily Shetland Island rocks. Cry for the tide's dark, rainbow waves Washing, thick and slow, Against blackened village fishing docks. Cry for the schools of fish Gasping, choking, struggling, dying In grey floes like rotting ice. Cry for the vegetation, Scorched and burned, By an oil with a napalm hatred for plant life. When will we all realise That the world is a frightened child That we have sexually abused? The golden chain of life Holding nature's fragile scales Lies shattered at the craftsman's feet. He reaches down - he hesitates, Touching petroleum landscape—raped And shudders as he weeps. When will we all realise That the world is a frightened child That we have sexually abused? 1993, London |