Eye-dropper

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Eye-dropper

An eye-dropper, a drop of red,
Then the blood from the Earth is bled.
Earth thou art slain.
No medicine in the world can do thee good;
In thee there is not a summer, not a harvest left to live.
It is the King, the King’s to blame.

It is the poison’d cup; it is too late.
Murdered, murder turns upon itself;
She bleeds, she bleeds, blood in her tears.
Cover your children’s eyes or they’ll seek revenge
For the world has been taken away from them.

Obedient subjects, busy with small gain.
Earth, Earth thou art slain.
It is the King, the King’s to blame.