And The Forest Was No More
Precious resource, lung of the world,
What have they done to you?
Like Hansel and Gretel they scatter
Crumbs behind them to find their way
Back to where they left the dying dead,
The breathing, dying, and the world
A mess so tangled up in politics
Of world economy they do not know
What they have wrought, only what
They want to take and could not have:
They fought for resources not theirs.
The greed, the seed they planted here
And left to rot, has sprung the trap
Again and again in the midst of trees
Innocent of any wrong doing, victims
Only of the wrong of those who know
No laws but those they have created
For themselves, the rule of the mighty,
The rule of the rich who long to become
Richer still, but at the cost of so many lives,
And on the backs of those who did not have
The tools to fight and save their Mother Earth.
And so the forests die, from leftovers,
The little scatter-gun effective bombs
That shatter all and ruin living forests,
Burning them to cinders, killing all wildlife
Who made their homes within, blackened
Husks of ancient, mighty, green giants
That will never stand tall again or fill us
With their life-giving perfume full of oxygen.
Short term greed without a vision plundered,
And plunders still; the forest is no more.
© Nyuka Anaïs Laurent 20.11.2010