2 Spirits

Years ago in the mountains, there was a battle Between who would own the light and who would own the shadow Classic storytelling, like good versus evil The winner would control the valley full of people Two spirits, neither inherently flawed On the level gods, people to talk, yes Comparing the odds, bets, left and right And so people started gambling on the spirits' fight Putting everything they had up, just to get their bag up Couple got lucky and a couple did their math, cut To generations later, those that had it have it greater Used to worry 'bout their crops Now they worry 'bout their paper Get it by any means, nothing was safe Not the trees all around them, it was money to make Not the rocks in the mountains housing the great Spirits still in their dance, whose colors started to fade Elders gave warnings, the consequences grave They had wisdom, but wisdom didn't get them paid So nobody listened, and the status quo stayed But the foundation of the world was bound to give way Then one day, the valley folk awoke to awful news The riverbed had gone dry, what were they to do Now the small fries were really big dudes The elders knew the history And what did they choose? Feed the richest man to the spirits Money is no good now we want all of y'all to hear it We have no water So what matters more? Money or our sons and daughters Because we've started war Every time we took from nature, it kept a tally Underneath this asphalt used to be a green valley The spirits are nature in a physical form And our richest man is our greed, spirits got something for him Nature isn't 'bout revenge or retaliation It's about letting the pendulum swing back a couple generations Before the start of the problems were facing For us it's devastation, for them it's reclamation For us it's a malicious attack For them it's the way things go when shit gets outta whack We are not better than We are part of We forget it even though we are the smart ones The crowd stood in silence, shocked at the demand But would they follow through? To save their own land? The richest man stepped forward and ordered People to jail their elders Finally people took a stand It didn't matter how much he had earned Once he was given to the spirits, the legend says that he was burned When the crowd got back to the valley The water in the river had returned