Brick on brick I will build high
My progress fumes, will black the sky
I scorn the birds for they can fly
Chop down their nests, and build mine high

I am, the Western man
Master of, dear natures land

I shoot up well, and my veins swell
I love my drug, how could you tell?
Is it because, I’m just a shell?
Without my junk, I don’t feel well

I am, the Western man
In control, it’s all my plan

My food is fast, and taste’s so sweet
And now my ass swallows my seat
I’m not that fat, I just like to eat
No vegetables, more processed meat

I am, the Western man
I consume, everything I can

The Earth is mine, to build or burn
So I’ll do both, each in its turn
Get in my way, you will soon learn
The bombs will fall, upon you all

I am, the Western man
You my slave, are in my hands

Sam Speirs

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ballad-of-the-western-man/