Borneo and Sumatra
\nTwo islands in the sea
\nThe only place on earth infact
\nWhere Orangutans now be
\nOne wonders really how long for
\nFor we the arrogant fools
\nWe the ignorant idiots
\nWhose behaviour just appals<\/p>\n
Being wild and knowledeable
\nIn this day and age
\nDoes nothing for your pedigree
\nIt leaves you off the page
\nThe people and the animals
\nThat lived on earth before
\nThe genius tribe of science
\nAnd computers who ignore<\/p>\n
The old ways and the natural mother
\nThe materialistic sods
\nThe corporation employees
\nWho believe they are the gods
\nThey have no thought for anybody else
\nAlive today
\nWho might have been the guardians
\nAll along the way<\/p>\n
The indigenous and the animals
\nWho have put in some fifty thou
\nYears in learning how to live
\nHow to really wow
\nThe universe of the thoughtful
\nOf the caring of the soul
\nOf respecting their great mother
\nAnd not trying to control<\/p>\n
The great red ape
\nA person of the forest what a soul
\nWith vast amounts of our DNA
\nWho understood their role
\nGreat families and vast knowledge
\nPhilosophers they were
\nArborial apes whose wisdom
\nA few around concur<\/p>\n
A deliberateness and a true resolve
\nAn ambition to just be
\nWho they were and what they were
\nAnd live arboreally
\nThey were designed to do that
\nWith forethought and with care
\nThe constancy and tenacity
\nTo countenance and share<\/p>\n
A ceaselessness of effort
\nA stickability
\nTo live as they were expected to
\nAnd all unflaggingly
\nUnwavering and undaunted
\nBy the perils from the ground
\nUnprompted and unbidden
\nBy the natural world around<\/p>\n
Iron-willed and independent
\nTo know ones mind and be
\nThe best mother to their children
\nHell bent on being free
\nInstinctive and subliminal
\nBewitched one just might say
\nCompelled to train the children
\nTheir obligation everyday<\/p>\n
To have that disposition
\nThat inclination for
\nMothering and fathering
\nAnd loving to be sure
\nTo dedicate their lives
\nTo be so pliant and so strong
\nUngrudgingly to work at it
\nAnd really to belong<\/p>\n
Amenable and predisosed
\nTo pass the knowledge on
\nFor seven years to carry
\nIt, to really all belong
\nIn the wondrous forest
\nAmong the glorious trees
\nTo learn to live in harmony
\nWith all its uncertainties<\/p>\n
What of shallow man
\nThe newly aquired determined breed
\nCorrupted by the money
\nThe spineless want of greed
\nThe inconstancy the compromise
\nThe vacillating crowd
\nUncomitted and superficial
\nAnd altogether loud<\/p>\n
Rather high on pigheadedness
\nAnd perversity
\nThe bigots and fanatics
\nThe traffickers
\nThat be
\nInvolved in the illegal pet trade
\nEccentric one might say
\nIniquitous and sinful
\nPlagued by greed all day<\/p>\n
Ignorant of nature
\nAnd how its works and why
\nHeadstrong and incorrigible
\nIt was all pie in the sky
\nTo them to love and care about
\nThe animals in the trees
\nIf they could make good money
\nThen on that they would seize<\/p>\n
And so our orangutan babies
\nCute big eyed innocent souls
\nMight fetch A hundred dollars
\nClearly they were poles
\nApart from us
\nThe genuiness of nature
\nWouldnt do
\nFor them it is just money
\nTheir downfall through and through<\/p>\n
And so the trade began in earnest
\nAnd mothers were killed on sight
\nOur babies then were captured
\nNo nothing here was right
\nBut they were dogged and hard nosed
\nHeadstrong without care
\nBrazen and so ignorant
\nAnd as such everywhere<\/p>\n
And then of course
\nThe corporations
\nMindless senseless power
\nRun alongside banksters
\nMore fraudulent by the hour
\nIrresponsibility and evil through and through
\nPredestined to be vagabonds
\nAnd all were clueless too<\/p>\n
The wonders of the forests
\nThe choices we all made
\nRespect for mother nature
\nAnd her encouragement that played
\nOut in all our lives there
\nThe inducement to be sound
\nTo inspire to prompt to help each other
\nIn the trees and all around<\/p>\n
The logging out of hardwoods
\nThe great heart wood torn down
\nGreat visions of uniformity
\nHow they went to town
\nThe massive metal monsters
\nThe great toothed sawing tools
\nThat created yawning spaces
\nWe associate with the fools<\/p>\n
And then of course came Palm oil
\nThe greatest threat around
\nFor here they took out all the trees
\nEvery tree they found
\nWar a fearsome battleground
\nSuch adversity such pain
\nSo many of us slaughtered
\nAnd treated with disdain<\/p>\n
Angst malaise discomfort
\nAll orders of the day
\nTragedy each casualty
\nAccepting as we say
\nInsidious injurious
\nCalamitous and awry
\nIn pursuit of profit
\nWhich was why we had to die<\/p>\n
Abandoned and forgotten
\nWe tried to get away
\nWe swung from tree to tree
\nWe did
\nUntil of course today
\nOur homes are gone forever
\nThe forest is no more
\nNow its palm oil everywhere
\nNo no way back no more<\/p>\n
Mother nature was perfection
\nHer infallibility
\nWas obvious to all of us
\nWe ofcourse could see
\nThe mindset it was evident
\nFor centuries it had been
\nPerfected she was faultless
\nAnd never ever mean<\/p>\n
Never ever selfish
\nWanting for herself
\nConsummate and crowning
\nShe provided health
\nTo all of us and we respected
\nHer and gave her care
\nOld souls we were all old souls
\nKnowing how to share<\/p>\n
So the pet trade and the logging
\nAnd the palm oil did debase
\nCaused utter exhaustion
\nSomething we couldnt face
\nErosion and putrefaction
\nPollution everywhere
\nSpoilage waste and evil
\nMischief and despair<\/p>\n
Critically endangered
\nOur new point of call
\nOur lush green forests wasted
\nThe emotion of it all
\nMany of us slaughtered
\nMurdered shot\u0177\u0177 to bits
\nOr captured and then tortured
\nBy the new age human twits<\/p>\n
The shallow tribe
\nAfflicted by the scourge
\nOf earning more
\nThe fearful and the greedy
\nAlways wanting war
\nVirulence and venom
\nVulnerability
\nOminous and forboding
\nAnd now where we be<\/p>\n
The vulnerable the endangered
\nUndefended up to now
\nHelpless and unsupported
\nA few angels though and how!
\nHard they worked to help us
\nOut on a limb we were
\nDicing with death and danger
\nLife had become a blur<\/p>\n
Some of us were victims
\nAs children made to be
\nChained up in some backyard
\nAnd taunted constantly
\nSome of us then were abused
\nSexually oh dear
\nLost souls in a den of vice
\nLiving with the fear<\/p>\n
The pain the shame the burden
\nThe maelstrom deep inside
\nEach hazard that we managed
\nOur conscious then denied
\nOminous and threatening
\nAdmonished night and day
\nUntil we were rescued
\nBy the light that shone our way<\/p>\n
Emergency extraction teams
\nAngels one might say
\nRehabilitation
\nAnd forests schools that play
\nA huge part in our make up
\nAnd special bonds that we
\nAs people of the forest
\nRealise are key<\/p>\n
These must be the humans
\nWith similar DNa
\nNot the vile dark savages
\nThat work with such dismay
\nThe rescuers that help us
\nThe liberators they
\nSend us to new forests
\nMany miles away<\/p>\n
It is their assignment
\nTheir labour of love
\nIts their undertaking
\nAlmost from above
\nThey understand the mother
\nWonderful they be
\nFor They set their shoulders to our wheel
\nAnd love us earnestly.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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