Judgment day

The dozer's silent, the skies are grey

The darting birds stake their claim

Hopping from stone to hardened clay

Playing the ancient hunger game. 

Oh, the darting birds stake their claim

To a land scarred by oil stains

That continues to call my name

And whispers, the shame, the shame. 

But the land that is scarred by stains

Is the land of my father all the same

Even though his memory shouts 

Please, not in my name, my name.