We wander the fields, shameless.

I wander the field like I’m famous,

the crowded grass like a jungle, wild,

the green carpet, oh what greatness,

grasshoppers’ applause far from mild.

And the birds whistling as I pass by,

as I wink up at them in the sky.

Spiders spin celebration banners,

golden confetti leaves fall for me,

I could not hide my greatest honours,

could not believe this was all for me.

Lucky clovers all gloriously green,

it’s shameful that we can be so mean.

This kingdom of peace,

such a wonderful place,

any soul it will ease -

Destroyed. Not a twitch on our face.

We continue our crime,

yet we fail to do our time.

We invade from place to place,

disturbers of serenity;

taking what’s theirs. What a disgrace,

excusing it with ‘destiny’:

To claim that we’re not to be blamed,

because it’s just how we’re made?

We wander the fields, shameless.