[Verse]
An aquifer that’s polluted
By pig manure from Gurb's megafarms
The water’s as thick as Vicks Vaporub
It flows to the river, exits a pipe
Whenever I pass by, I try
Not to look at the dead fish floating, they look like cork stoppers
Sewage water accumulates in a pond
There’s too much, and it overflows
Spilling out fast, spreading far
Flooding the surrounding land and going through it
It seeps into a nearby freshly cultivated field
It’ll likely end up in the ocean soon
Deforming native animals
Because of nitrates, fertilizers, hormones, and additives
The water’s got a fuchsia hue
Tons of dead fish on Mar Menor’s shores in Murcia
Warnings were ignored, complaints overlooked
Against the pig industry, they seemed trivial
Liquid colored magenta
Don’t drink from the tap
Grab the water jugs, load them in the van
Make the usual trip, park by the roadside
You're at the only clean water source for miles
Village in Castilla-La Mancha
Smoke reaches the house, and it’s not steam from the iron
It comes straight from the chicken farm
The largest in the continent, spreading distrust
People living nearby cough constantly
Blood pressure rises from 120, doesn’t stop, keeps climbing
They thought it was the dog’s fault
That their living room and lounge were infested with flies
Ammonia reaches the grandparents' lungs
Vomiting, fever, coughing, dizzy, swollen lips
And hydrogen sulfide that can kill
Nitrous oxide, carbon dioxide, and mostly methane
Nitrogen dioxide that later becomes acid rain
I killed time watching these gases rise quickly
And how they take off the mask of that demented old man
And how he devours the wings greedily
Greasy fingers
He looks at me hunched over from scoliosis
And tells me we should change things, no matter what
Because he’s no expert, but everyone’s talking about a crisis
About sea levels rising everywhere
About arid areas that once had springs
Desperate towns that once had wise, strong gods
And now just cruelty and typhoons
In the background, an interview plays on TV
Someone says they didn’t have to light the pellet stove this winter
The old man says they haven’t had to, either
He bends further, his IV tube stretches
He finishes his grilled chicken wings
The doctor says he needs protein and game meat
And I let out a sad, brief smile
Sometimes it all feels gray and absurd
But I allow myself to believe things will get better for sure
That if I can connect the dots, everyone else can too
That if we react in time and put out the fire
We can still turn things around