This was our arena
\nOur rainforest our place
\nEvery single tree we knew
\nAnd we have felt the pace
\nQuickening once silence ruled
\nAnd now all that we hear
\nIs crashing logging and razing to the ground
\nThose trees most dear<\/p>\n
You have made it
\nA battleground
\nA theatre of war
\nPalm oil was your reasoning
\nThe combat zone and more
\nThe front line disputed territory
\nConverting life to death
\nBegrudging us of freedom
\nFighting for our breath<\/p>\n
Moving on and crying
\nWas for us a fruitless task
\nThe adversity of circumstance
\nWe could only ask
\nWhy the continual struggle
\nThe ups and downs of life
\nWhy we face this wretchedness
\nDoom and gloom and strife<\/p>\n
The birdsong and the other music
\nThat has filled the air
\nIs now replaced by JCB’s
\nPower saws and despair
\nWe arborial apes
\nNeed trees
\nLike most of you need air
\nWhat you are doing
\nIs causing us terrible despair<\/p>\n
Its hostile and its ominous
\nTo watch tree and after tree
\nClatter to the forest floor
\nTo Feel the misery
\nThis wondrous forest habitat
\nIs screaming we can hear
\nThe heavens opening every day
\nThe opposed all struck with fear<\/p>\n
The sinister arm extended
\nI be on one end
\nThe last stand yes perhaps it is
\nBut I am still your friend
\nA red ape of the forest
\nWho makes no attempt to harm
\nAny of you and never has
\nWhich is why I extend my arm<\/p>\n
In peace for theres no reason
\nTo continue in this way
\nYou killed my wife and babies
\nJust the other day
\nThis beautiful green jungle
\nWith so much promise, why?
\nDo you cut your nose to spite your face
\nProbably on a lie<\/p>\n
This show of force so dramatic
\nGunboat diplomacy
\nBludgeoning subjugation
\nYour brand of tyranny
\nIntolerant and censorious
\nCompulsive through and through
\nClamping down on creation
\nThats what you want to do<\/p>\n
We are people of the forest
\nThat soon will be no more
\nAnd its just so you can take advantage
\nAnd start your unholy war
\nDestroying all the forest
\nThe lives of animals who
\nHave lived here many centuries
\nDoing what they do<\/p>\n
You disobay your creator
\nHis miracles your loss
\nYou defy the angels presence
\nThe sweetness here you toss
\nIts all about strong arm tactics
\nCompelling us to go
\nWe have become inferior
\nNot part of your show<\/p>\n
You dominate and oppress us
\nWe are brought to our knees
\nTreated like dirt and it does hurt
\nAnd tearing down the trees
\nThat are our means of travelling
\nWe are arborial souls
\nProudly fighting your mechanization
\nHeroes but never trolls<\/p>\n
Our loss and our bereavement
\nDisposessed today
\nEngrossed in taking back whats ours
\nWe know we have to pay
\nYou plunder loot and pillage
\nYour banditry we see
\nThat missappropriation
\nDown to your spivery<\/p>\n
And its all done for the banksters
\nWhite collars little sense
\nShuffling bits of paper
\nDepartments of the dense
\nSuch wealth was in these forests
\nYou privileged to share
\nBut all you ever wanted to do
\nWas destroy causing despair<\/p>\n
Richly endowed with ignorance
\nIn your treasuries of pain
\nThe moneyed class
\nEach one an arse
\nOnly after gain
\nGlittering with arrogance
\nHated all the while
\nWallowing in riches
\nWith very little style<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
This was our arena Our rainforest our place Every single tree we knew And we have felt the pace Quickening once silence ruled And now all that we hear Is crashing logging and razing to the ground Those trees most … Continue reading