Red and Green
Praise be, to the new beautiful leader
Who lit up politics with red and green
After a "lost decade", the land's relatives
Finally thought they’d get some relief

Who made world-wide promises
To join the war against toxins
Who's national plan was: no more free emissions
Who's national team works with strong ambitions

Paris will melt within the decade
When poison sky-rockets, with three black snakes
He wants to both have and eat the cake
Before we cleanse, there's more we gotta take

Well, what can you do? He’s like the others, just talking talk
No matter party or time, there's only eyes for our wallet

Which many eyes see as tar black
With snakes coiled ‘round its spine, too precious to cut back
Their blood, it shines brighter, than water or trees
Their world don’t need those, it needs energy
And what about energy that won't deplete?
Much money to production, and less return from green
If we cut back consumption, the future’s looking bleak
With money running dry like a reservation stream

Some say it's cheaper, 50 for a tonne of smog
Yes, some are mortified of opportunity costs
Anyways, it's hard for feds to steal the grip on land
A state that is divided, cannot make its stand

Well, what can you do,
When oil spills over all, and greases up the policy?
If this place is ever gonna get clean
It’s gotta shift the industry in democracy

And while all the settlers argue about how to treat the land
The ones who suffer most are only loved as sleight of hand
While the state, it sees the money, lost or gained to some degrees
L’nu see blue ice leaving, see the changes in the geese

It’s said there’s power in energy, in getting off of fuel
But even dams breed snake like conflicts, anything enforced by rule
The trick they swear is listening, still their two eyes do not see
‘Cause those who claim what theirs, just want to kill the industry

Been keeping us from life, since setting foot on land
There's a pattern one can rely on, unlike the sky at hand
Old ways of living melt like a winter road in warmth
L’nu are forced to adapt again, while a rail blockade gets mourned
Well, what can you do? Standing a nation, without a say
When you only matter ‘til the speech is done, just like your home gets thrown away
Still resolute, you stay standing in warming cold
The comfortable and the suited ones aside, I'm wishing to you, your home