Long before you
\nThey had settled
\nIn the virgins palace where
\nThe jungle swept above them
\nWhere the sun had bleached their hair
\nGuardians steeped in romance
\nspirited and free
\nWho lived close to their mother
\nIt was where she chose to be<\/p>\n
Such vision and acuity
\nThat grabbed the hearts of man
\nEach a bold chameleon
\nPart of the greater plan
\nSpectators drenched in wonderment
\nSentinels to time
\nOut there in the thoughtfulness
\nImagining the climb<\/p>\n
Chosen by ancestral hearts
\nTo occupy and to be
\nProtective of the forest
\nOf every single tree
\nPlants and shrub conversant
\nIn the ways of thought and soul
\nAnd now you want to force
\nUpon them a new type of control<\/p>\n
Mining ripping up the world
\nTheir blood, their sweat their tears
\nWhere the bones of ancestors lie
\nHeightening their fears
\nThe monster corporatocracy
\nIn its greasy grabbing phase
\ndark clouds ripping through their world
\nVast drill destroying days<\/p>\n
The cachophony of chaos
\nAll the world at sea
\nWomen in their watchfulness
\nPlease SIR let them be
\nFor in earnest they seek protection
\nFor the forest and the way
\nForward their due diligence
\nThey are saviours of each day<\/p>\n
Not the great destruction
\nAnd abduction caked in grime
\nThey know the cries of anguish
\nFor they hear them all the time
\nThey feel the wrath and anger
\nAddicted to survive
\nCenturies of giving
\nOf Just being alive<\/p>\n
To protecting the environment
\nAnd not wanting to pay
\nSeeing it crushed under ugly toes
\nOf the miners who will prey
\nFor the oil is the very marrow
\nOf the earth and they will take
\nAll of it the consciousness
\nBitterly they will break<\/p>\n
Listen to their pleading
\nIts because they are concerned
\nThey have the thirst for the knowledge
\nAnd the zeal in which it is turned
\nEavesdrop on their heart beats
\nStand by them for they
\nWant you to be mindful
\nOf their purpose here today<\/p>\n
Their alertness is of value
\nTheir forethought you must feel
\nThey are the true perfectionists
\nAlert SIR and so real
\nThey hear the scampering shallowness
\nDriven by those who
\nCome to rape and pillage
\nAnd uncaringly all through<\/p>\n
Improvident and unprepared
\nNeglectful of the green
\nThe emerald forest cries out
\nTo all of those who have been
\nGiven the concessions
\nExceptionally for they
\nAre closer to the soul then thee
\nThe women of today<\/p>\n
Grounded and convincing
\nExpectations high
\nLiving in the forest
\nObservant of the sky
\nRational with reasoning
\nAnd inspirational thought
\nIntuitive and consistent
\nThese women can’t be bought<\/p>\n
They the true spirit Of Ecuador
\nCogent grounded souls
\nDont ever underestimate them
\nThey have far reaching roles
\nPetroleum and gases the mining infidels
\nWill come with their lowbrow ignorance
\nTheir falsehoods and their spells
\nOf arrogance a forethought
\nLike Chevron did before
\nThey the great damnation
\nWho totally ignore<\/p>\n
Awareness and true prudence
\nAnd profundity of thought
\nWe have to show enlightenment
\nProve we cant be bought
\nThe idiocy of money
\nThe incapacity
\nOf selling out for little
\nIt really must not be<\/p>\n
Be the true blown prophet
\nThe sage of note be wise
\nListen to the angels
\nSee through their diguise
\nThey are infact protecting
\nThe miracles below
\nThe sanity of the earth itself
\nWith its ever richer glow.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Long before you They had settled In the virgins palace where The jungle swept above them Where the sun had bleached their hair Guardians steeped in romance spirited and free Who lived close to their mother It was where she … Continue reading