It's holy water blessed by sun which brings our seeds to life
It's our cold artillery which guards them in the night
Our daily rituals brings forth the initial sprouts of green
Crystals burn and explode the sky, painting cosmic scenes
Red eyes
Passed around for generations, fostered by the youth
Calming herbs they scent the air, connecting us with truth
Joining those who gather to enjoy their sacred rite
Separating us from angst, brought on by daily plight
Red eyes
How long until we learn
To let our Mother burn
Demonized and vilified by those who trade in fear
The healing strains were once oppressed by contra-profiteers
They dig up roots and scorch the stalks while pocketing the prize
Those hypocrites soon trampled by our army of red eyes
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