The forest offers up a vibrant ape
\nIts hair so red
\nThe canopy its hideaway
\nIts where it builds its bed
\nA nest of leaves atop of some
\nTree
\nFloating in the sky
\nUntil man and his inappropriate logging
\nJust came by<\/p>\n
Massive saws and grinders
\nRipped into the heart
\nBulldozers and JCB’s
\nPulled it all by cart
\nAnd all that was left was wretchedness
\nBare ground for all to see
\nThe trees and leaves and myriad sounds
\nWould never ever be<\/p>\n
Seen by any eyes again
\nJust the violence and the pain
\nThe cacophony of nature
\nAll its history in vain
\nThe colours of the rainbow
\nThat filtered through the trees
\nLost in this catastrophe
\nThis moment we must seize<\/p>\n
They came for me
\nI was broken hearted
\nBurned a bit and torn
\nAching from having fallen
\nHaving felt all of the scorn
\nOf man the dreaded monster
\nWho comes with all the pain
\nWho ruptured our existence
\nAnd provided the disdain<\/p>\n
A number of us survivors
\nWere taken to a place
\nAnd thrust inside dark cages
\nThat was to be our base
\nOther people came to see us
\nTourists we were told
\nAnd we were then expected
\nTo be as good as gold<\/p>\n
To sit quietly together
\nTo watch the humans who
\nPaid money just to see us
\nAll we had to do
\nWas let them touch us
\nAnd breathe on us
\nAnd take their photo’s
\nWe
\nJust sit there feeling
\nUncomfortable
\nObserving them to see<\/p>\n
These so called tourists up close
\nThey sweat and smell a lot
\nThey touch us with their clammy hands
\nIts something that is not
\nAltogether joyful
\nBut we have to knuckle down
\nAnd accept our new life gracefully
\nOr we might be kicked out of town<\/p>\n
Petting places they are called
\nTourists pay a lot
\nAnd they seem so insensitive
\nAnd happy they are not
\nThey seem dark and possessive
\nAnd churlish in a way
\nThey grab at us
\nThey fail to feel
\nAnd somehow they don’t play<\/p>\n
We are very susceptible
\nTo their breathing and their ills
\nIt seems that they all carry
\nA multitude of chills
\nTheir pale skin proves their lack of health
\nAnd we have to be aware
\nThe illnesses they carry
\nSeemingly they share<\/p>\n
Our place is in the canopy
\nNot here upon the ground
\nBeing close to all of you
\nThat is what we have found
\nPetting zoo’s as they are called
\nAre hell holes for us and, we
\nGiven the chance would have rather
\nDied falling from a tree<\/p>\n
To be rescued and be caged up
\nAnd put on show for you
\nTo pet us and to touch us
\nIts not what you should do
\nIndonesia should realise
\nWe are iconic and we need
\nForests dense and luscious
\nWhere all life can succeed<\/p>\n
We beg you to respect that
\nGive us back our place
\nThe forest is exceptional
\nIts something you must face
\nThe life force is immeasurable
\nIts intoxicating there
\nIt enlivens our existence
\nYou have to be aware<\/p>\n
Its dramatic its sensational
\nIts humbling and sublime
\nIt has everything that you could want
\nIts where we pass our time
\nTo destroy it and plant oil palm
\nBrings the darkness to the fore
\nBrings the man made hell of evil
\nRight up to our door<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The forest offers up a vibrant ape Its hair so red The canopy its hideaway Its where it builds its bed A nest of leaves atop of some Tree Floating in the sky Until man and his inappropriate logging Just … Continue reading