when your deep inside a forest
within its arms lets say
the noise that fills your ear drums
up down and away
the trees are packed with insects
and the litter is alive
everywhere is brimming
with what wants to survive
myriads of different plants
trees and fruits and flowers
vines and creepers climbing upwards
each with innate powers
to struggle and to work together
for the good of all
and then we hear the chainsaws
the ragged nasty haul
of loggers with the jCB’s their
vile behaviour they
will pull the trees down
chop them up and cart all life away
kill all the forest creatures
and just make them pay
slash and burn the forests
and just blot out the day
kill and slaughter everything
watch the soil erode
my Goddess it does just appal
what a heavy load
these bloody degenerates
the rotten corporate crowd
working in a miasma
creating their own shroud
and planting up the Palm Trees
darkness imported in
black cobra’s rats and other vermin
dragging in the sin
of men who killed the forests
the lungs of life are lost
timber and now palm oil
it is an awful cost
and we who know the forest
the orangutans yes they
are being killed and injured
every one does pay
for the corporates share of profit
and the darkness that descends
death is coming to the eastern forests
as life ends
the shadows and the horrors
bear down on all who cry
on their knees remembering
the life force and the sky
its all gone its all finished
the erosion and the sand
the rivers are polluted
and they didn’t understand
they went back to America
counting their dollar bills
their hands and hearts were grimy
so they scoffed their bloody pills
they vaccinated their children
and filled them full of pain
the mushroom cloud is out there
and an army of all insane
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.