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I would like to share with you the lyrics of one of my favourite songs from The Groundhogs, a fantastic british blues-rock group.
"A treaty on how modern life has destroyed the beauty of nature, driving out the animals": Garden My garden is all overgrown and the weeds are creeping up on my home,
Grass has grown over two foot high and the trees are blocking out the sky.
French windows won't open any more from the moss that's grown outside the door,
Hundred birds are nesting in the trees, looks like a wild-life sanctuary. But I'm not going to cut a single blade of grass, my garden will look just like the distant past,
Before the days of agricultural land, before the time when pebbles turned to sand.
When I leave this house I'm going to stay, I'm forsaking my comforts to live another way,
Get my clothes from heaps, my food from bins, my water from ponds and have tramps for all my friends. This song is from the album "Thank Christ for the Bomb". It may sound strange or blasphemous, but far from the truth...Its about the fruitlessness of war. I strongly recommend this album; one of the best of the 70s. 
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