I did it I said
I made sure it was dead
Stripped its wings
Made sure it never sings
The cicada’s song is noisy
The cicada’s song is dirty
The cicada is an ugly critter
The cicada was like no other
I smashed in its body
Its remains are all bloody
Big Brother asked me to
Big Brother always knew
Don’t listen to the cicada little one
I’ll keep you safe from unknown dangers
If you promise to watch your neighbors
A cicada’s cry is an ugly song
Drown them out and soon they’ll be gone
A cicada’s life is anonymous but free
A cicada’s life was protected buried under the tree
But, Big Brother asked me to
Dig up the roots and smash on cue
Each tree we chopped down
Each cicada corpse left abound
One less scary thought we pushed away
The tighter Big Brother’s hugs each day