Benito the mosquito was having a field day
Biting and siphoning my lifeblood away
Avaricious by nature, feasting on my bod
Bites were so painful, from this nasty little sod.
The time has come to get my life back on track
Time to look forward, I'm not going back.
Discarding awful memories, I'm glad
Away from people who treat me so bad.
Eight tenths of a second he had
Young boy dead, really too sad
Looks like there's no gun in his hand
Just blood on the gravel, blood in the sand
No souls, no mercy, no nothing inside
With knives and weapons they went
For drugs, not food, they skin you alive
Ten evil men their money all spent
They say the cubs of Polar bears, are being poisoned every day
One thousand times over tolerable limits, results of Man's decay
Global warming and climate change, casts the hemlock in the Arctic