Torn from the forest
a man in disguise
he entered to harm us
not very wise
ugly and unimaginative
a cruel and insensitive yob
praying on our innocence
a rogue element whose gib
is bigger than the forest trees
Lacking understanding
clearly No realisation of fact
looking at re branding
making Us into something special
clowns in forests dwelling
clutching hold of each others hands
Oiled and a touch smelling