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.