Chevron/Texaco and the beautiful Ecuadorian jungle

The lungs of the Planet
are blackened by
The Texaco filth that
rose into the sky
The spillage that ran
into river and streams
and sank into pits
ending all of our dreams

We’re the indigenous people
who live
in the forests of Paradise
that we now give
Our power and our medicine
to you to try
And heal our green forest
under the sky
The heart of the planet
Our women who bare
Our children their bodies
wracked with despair

Terrible rashes
Horrible sores
scars in their eyes
Down on all fours
Unable to walk
Unable to run
Unable to cry
Or look up at the sun
With your chimneys of fire
And your long pipes that spill
The black evil vomit
that just spills until

The fish that we eat
lay at deaths door
Riddled with maggots
fat and sick gore
The birds that were flying
lay by their side
Worms now engulfing them
all in their stride
The Deer too beside them
yes also dead
This is the zone
Where the sick
souls seem led

Texaco/Chevron
you left this gift
Of this oily and sinful sludge filled drift
You employ Spanish gentlemen
With Double Dutch
Lawyers and Scientists
Who think too much
We lived in Paradise
But after you came
The dice that you threw
Were never the same
Our childrens cancers grow
by the day
And the water we drink
And for that now we pay

We are the Cofon
Proud people, we
Born in the Lungs of the Earth
Yes we be
We the Huarani, Bold yes we be
Born in the green of the
Earth good and free
We are the Quichua
Yes here we are
Followers of the
prominent star
We the Secoya
Community
Amazon People
Indefinately

David and Goliath
That’s now the call
The Corporate struggle
Now to end it all
To extend the legal battle till
We all give up
But we never will
Though they rape and pillage
and walk away
And it truly bugs us
their display
of irreverence
in the cause we fight
Yes we are the people
of the light

Pablo Pajarro, he is free
His degree at Loho University
Muscles, machines,
and eerie smoke
Spill after spill,
it has been no joke
Gigantic snakes
spill oil all around
The crudest of Crude
now soaks into our ground
Hell on this Earth
our homes have become
Chevron the Corporate
leaves us all numb
They prostitute themselves
and do it each day
And their scientists
just have little to say
We cleaned up our mess
we are the Gods
In fact in reality
they are such sods

Its one great big swindle
all that they do
to us the indigenous people
now who
Have protected the forest
for years and for years
and now every day of our life’s
filled with tears
The bananas won’t grow
The Yucca’s too dry
Cancer is rife
So many now die
The pan flutes are silent
Just pretty words
From Chevron
alongside
more dying birds

Texaco/Chevron walked away
The legal case settles in march 2011
Lets beg the universe that they get a favourable settlement and a clean up is therefore made possible

I heard from the Ecologist Magazine

8/2 that the Cooperative Society is now tied up

with Texaco