I’m sorry I’m leaving your topsoil,
but I must
They’re spraying chemtrails
poisoning our food, water, and air.
I must take the children to the depths of your bosom
where there’s no sunshine, a blue or a starry sky.
Our leaders have made a tunnel, you see,
I never thought I’d be buried in you before my time.
How will I teach the children about the stars and the planets,
sunshine, moonlight, a breeze, a storm or the sea?
Can these be learned as abstract notions?
I have my worries about food too,
What will we eat?
Will vegetables grow without sunshine and rain?
The scientists tell us we can survive,
they have the seeds and the means to cultivate them,
but I need to see this before I believe in their theories.
How about the sun rays my children need to absorb
for a healthy growth?
Will they fade and whither like cut blooms in a vase?
I worry about so many things,
Have I made the right decision,
is it better to die here or underground?
I’m not sure, dear Earth,
but here we come,
to escape the population control above you,
yet no one knows what will happen
when we’re deep down towards your core.