I was a being
\nAll seeing I thought
\nAn arborial master
\nFew could climb faster
\nEvolution had set me
\nGoals to be scored
\nI was immortal
\nAnd not overawed
\nAnd so excited
\nAnd never bored<\/p>\n
Then came the palm oil
\nThe explosion, was so
\nAlarming as the corporates
\nJust wanted to grow
\nDown came all our forests
\nOur Paradise was lost
\nThen Up went the oil palm
\nAnd that has really cost<\/p>\n
We became so helpless
\nNo trees where we could play
\nPadding on the litter
\nWe can’t do that all day
\nSo susceptible to injury
\nAnd dangers which occur
\nWe really are arborial
\nAnd we always were<\/p>\n
For me I found such emptiness
\nWhen humans took me in
\nIt was no nirvana
\nAnd I became so thin
\nThey were never visionaries
\nThey just left me outside
\nChained me up and installed me
\nOn a rubbish tip and they lied<\/p>\n
Their heads off to the authorities
\nWho thought I was being cared
\nFor in some small sanctuary
\nAll lies and that they dared<\/p>\n
To lie when I was chained onto a plank
\nOf wood and left
\nSo tight around my neck out in all weathers
\nSo bereft
\nfrom comfort and from shelter
\nFor two long years of pain
\nOf being left alone no body cared
\nOr saw the strain<\/p>\n
“japik” someone called me
\nI got dirty I got wet
\nI wore a filthy jacket
\nSo They thought that I was set
\nUp to take whatever
\nThe climate threw at me
\nBut exposed to so much torrential rain
\nBrought so much adversity<\/p>\n
I could hardly keep my footing
\nAs the planks on which I sat
\nWere narrow and were rotting
\nThat was where I was at
\nBalancing and being chained there
\nWhat if it all snapped
\nI would be left hanging
\nPermanently trapped<\/p>\n
I went through shades of darkness
\nAll the wretched gloom
\nThat could fill my head filled it
\nAll the awful doom
\nOf the neglect and cruelty
\nCharacterless and square
\nNothing to do from morning till night
\nApart from breathe the air<\/p>\n
A preponderance of idiots
\nCreate this vast array
\nOf oil palm out of forest
\nAnd the whole place does decay
\nThe life force is reduced to
\nA dark shroud over head
\nAnd thousands of our forest friends
\nAll of them are dead<\/p>\n
And there is, no compensation
\nNo reparation here
\nIt all goes out of balance
\nThose living,n live in fear
\nThe greatness of the forest
\nIts dimensions blow the mind
\nThe abundance and profusion
\nAll were underlined<\/p>\n
A kaleidoscope of colour
\nA symphony of sound
\nSparkling and vivid waterfalls
\nAnd raindrops all around
\nNow its adulterated
\nA hotch potch so to say
\nJumbled and unclassified
\nWhere all and sundry pay<\/p>\n
And I was on this rubbish tip
\nGrowing by the day
\nFull of crawling maggots
\nAnd smells that will not go away
\nThis is human clutter
\nThe ignorant accord
\nTwo fingers to our mother
\nIn fact there is no reward<\/p>\n
It is a mutilation
\nFragmented and left bare
\nNo green shoots of survival
\nNothing anywhere
\nWe have lost all order
\nAnd continuity
\nAnd its place there is now nothing
\nBut pure disharmony<\/p>\n
And when you are on your own some
\nTime drags as well we know
\nEvery day feels endless
\nAs tedium does grow
\nIt becomes depression
\nAnd a loss of what is light
\nAs the body goes through stages
\nOf only seeing night<\/p>\n
And then one day I was rescued
\nDiscovered found and I
\nWas taken from that spot where I
\nHad thought that I might die
\nTaken off that narrow plank
\nAnd the chain in fact they snapped
\nSo I was free to turn my head
\nAs the waters of life lapped<\/p>\n
I am now in a sanctuary
\nResting wide awake
\nEating fresh and sweeter fruits
\nThere is so much give and take
\nMy new life appears better
\nI can really say they care
\nTwo years of neglect though
\nMakes it hard to share<\/p>\n
International Rescue
\nThough, has done it for me
\nAnd so if you can help them out
\nThen my energy
\nCan come back I can live again
\nAnd strengthen as I go
\nAnd get to climb up trees again
\nAnd be part of the show<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I was a being All seeing I thought An arborial master Few could climb faster Evolution had set me Goals to be scored I was immortal And not overawed And so excited And never bored Then came the palm oil … Continue reading