We have to sit back and think very hard
\nwhat life’s about for us all
\nwhy do some profit from others big losses
\nin truth that factor does appal
\nlong term survival is not measured by
\nbank notes they don’t mean a thing
\nwe have to start thinking about the unborn
\nand just what we do that could bring
\nto the great table set in the sky up above
\nthe triple persuasion of wealth
\nshadowy figures crouching in doorways
\ndoing their business with stealth<\/p>\n
it is vandalism, what the corporates do
\nto the green forests tucked in the clouds
\nthis peat swamp forest
\na complex of green
\nhiding in darkening shrouds
\nof dust and destruction
\nof ash soot and fire
\na calamitous state of affairs
\nwho would tire
\nfrom the thought of those ill gotten gains
\nin what is a miasma of prayers<\/p>\n
Malaysia knows only to well
\nbut its hell
\nafter the 4th year its made
\nand from then on lots of rich pickings
\nprofit yea profit first grade
\nas for the triple bottom line
\nno one cares
\nreally the activists
\nare splitting hairs
\nits what they can earn
\nout of what people burn
\nfuck all the rest
\nnow its our turn<\/p>\n
gross revenue comes in
\nsubstantially for
\nthose investors
\nwho remain still very sure
\nas for the rainforest
\nas for the rest
\nits the cash in the bank
\nand we all know what’s best<\/p>\n
that acts as a mask that fits over the eyes
\nthat acts like thick ear plugs
\nthat’s about the size
\nif you can’t hear their screams
\nif you can’t see it all
\nyou can just have a vision
\nand go back to school<\/p>\n
think what the palm forest gives you
\neach year
\nthe leaves for your brooms and rooves
\ndid you hear?
\nthe bark for your baskets
\nthe trunks split into
\nbuilding materials that’s what you do
\npalm wine from the palms
\nand the residue
\nis made into fuel
\nso its better for you
\nits used in cooking, fats, candles and soap
\noils from the nuts
\nreally each trope
\nproduces a great deal
\neven the shells
\nare an energy source
\nso palm oil it sells!<\/p>\n
so whatever, the spirits
\nthat once did exist
\nthe orangutan the families whose bliss
\nwas out in the open
\nfor all then to see
\nthe arborial apes climbing through
\nevery tree
\nnow in a duffle bag
\nI am just one
\nwho ran out of trees
\nyes my day is done
\nI ran out of family
\nI am very sore
\nmy feet they were burned
\nand I cannot ignore<\/p>\n
as the forest was burned down
\nthe outlook was bleak
\nwhere was the sanity
\nwith so much pique
\nI wrestled with those hearts
\nwho seemingly said
\nin a way as survivors
\nwe are better off dead<\/p>\n
I am here in the hospital
\non someone’s bed
\non a drip, on a trip
\nnot sure if I’m dead
\nI feel my heart beating
\nbut I cannot hear
\nthe jungle the animals voices
\nit’s clear<\/p>\n
the cries of the monkeys
\nare silenced today
\nthe trumpets of Ele’s
\nit seems they did pay
\nthe roar of the tigers
\nI do not know where
\nmy family and friends are
\nlost to despair<\/p>\n
I am a victim
\non the sheet that’s marked loss
\nthe balance sheets healthy
\nso who cares a toss
\nwithin all these figures
\nthat banksters admire
\ntheir is a total loss
\nfrom that awful fire<\/p>\n
deaf to the cries that most of us make
\na massive upheaval
\nthe goons not awake
\nexcept to their bloody investments
\nthat came
\nafter 4 years the profits
\nwhich no one could blame
\nwho cares if you don’t have a forest?
\nwho cares if so many are dead?
\nokay so the country might suffer
\nwell we are all bloody well fed!
\nup with the ranting of activists
\nthey could have shared in the dosh
\nif they’d have wanted they could have cashed in
\nthe sounds of their yells do not wash<\/p>\n
Forests consigned to just memories
\nthose Orang’s who leapt to new heights
\nThe tigers. the Ele’s and me in my bed
\nour days in the sun, are your nights
\nthe chains saws I hear in my slumber
\nthe whirr and the cries of my kind
\nthe thunderous crash of the timber
\nit plays merry hell with my mind<\/p>\n
enter the huge trucks so many wheels
\nthe great logs oh yea we know how that feels
\nchemical spraying wood floors are paying
\nfurniture too how it is playing
\nbut what of our forest?
\nwhat of the life
\nwhat of the Orangutan’s
\nimmersed in the strife
\nopen your eyes what do you see
\nnot even one bloody healthy tall tree
\nno leaves to speak of
\nnothing no more
\njust a palm oil explosion
\nthat you can abhor
\nPT Kalista Alam did their thing
\nburned our rich forests
\noh yes they did bring
\ncomplete devastation
\nto what was our home
\nthey dug out canals
\nand drained where we roam
\nand in reality they broke the law
\nIndonesia let them
\nthey never saw
\nthe blood in the rivers
\nthe tears in the sky
\nthe lymph on the leaves
\nthey never asked why
\nthe courts failed to think
\ntheir mentality lost
\nTripa Peat swamp
\nbears the ultimate cost
\ncorruption so rife
\nfrom the top
\nright on down
\nin the blood of the victims
\nthe people will drown
\nand what of creation
\nand what of their worth
\nwell that all boils down
\nto the great Planet Earth<\/p>\n
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