The Arakaera reserve and The Harakmbut

The homelands are these forests
The places we all share
We have no call to ever, disown
Others of us there
Our lungs are being choked up
By the rich man’s quests for oil
He brings to us his cancer
And expects for us to toil
Great tankers trundle down our paths
Tearing up our land
Pulling tree roots straight
out of the plot to understand
Tearing down the canopy
And hearing those who die
The gifts left by the great Gods
We guardians on high

Black gold the fat cat millionaires
Their great cranes crush and tear
Trucks that smash our precious crops
and threats to come and scare
Blinded ever blinded they let the forest die
Kill it with their massive force
rained down from the sky
The more they take the more they want
The more they strip away
Our top soils and our banked up verges
they just slip away
Down into the river
Our village in decay.

Where is their precious territory
Peru has been bought by
The dollar barons creatures sent from Satan
the most high
Evil to befall us all
We appear, sunk to see
Hordes of ants now working
for the oil machinery

Destruction is remorseless
we are being drawn into
A battle with the giants
And we can’t know what to do
They have the flying whirlies
and guns and plant and trucks
And all we have are arrows
and hardly any bucks

We are trying to raise money
But the giants print it, we
Have as much chance against them
as trying to break free
From Guantanamo at present
which presents an awful case
Its hard to fathom out
we both are of the human race.

Peligro and Occidental Petroleum
Companies that maybe have run away
Who fail to see the nature of our forests
And instead pollute them so some people say
The Arakaera Reserve and The Harakmbut
They want the perpetrators to return
We do not want corruption
We believe simplicity brings are so much
closer and we learn
We do not seek to hurt a living being
Black Gold for us pollutes our very soul
We open our eyes that’s when we see the heavens
Whereas the rich oil barons see their role
As captors of the whole worlds vast new energies
That’s the business now that they are in
They do not care for the indigenous they do not think we’re worthy
Which is quite okay with us ,for we know they sin
Destruction is the keyword in their arsenal
The forest, all that’s ours the birds that fly
They see themselves with oil gushing just everywhere
And do not care a peso that we die.
We have to fight with arrows that is all we have
And the media that’s out there who can hear
and beg you give us air time to explain now what is happening
Because folks honestly we are sincere.