How thoughtlessly annihilate
\nThe wilderness of souls
\nThe aboriginal custodians
\nHow history controls
\nOur very life the air we breathe
\nThe land we walk upon
\nThe Tarkiners for 40000 years
\nThey had not gone
\nA realness and actuality
\nAn enduring history
\nTossed into a foreign mine
\nThat perpetuity
\nUndeniably beautiful
\nA wilderness so wild
\nEssential nature given
\nEvery single child
\nWhether animal or human that ever
\nBreathed the air
\nThe Myrtles Hyon Pines
\nTasmanian Oaks their flourishing green
\nAncientness from the lichens and the mosses
\nSome unseen
\nSphagnums green mosaics
\nEucalypts all be
\nSclerphyll and buttongrass
\nWetlands constancy
\nWondrous caves of magnesite
\nAnd dolomite there be
\nAnd a wilderness from godly hands
\nLaid down eternally<\/p>\n
To extinguish such an area
\nAnd destroy its history
\nTo disrespect the Culture
\nOf the Aboriginie
\nMany delightful middens
\nOccupy and be
\nAttested and documented
\nAnd really are a key
\nMeaningful miasma
\nAnd respectfully should be
\nPreserved we have no rights here
\nOur inanity
\nGlaring to the future
\nDeep rooted and ingrained
\nA wilderness of wonder
\nIts destruction leaves me pained<\/p>\n
Of course we have seen mining
\nIts destruction was a sin
\nThe rivers and the thunder
\nThe pollution and the din
\nThe ugly roar of mining
\nThe consequence of how
\nDestruction of the primordial
\nBrought up to date to now<\/p>\n
MMG Contractors there hardly
\nIs a worse
\nA dirty filthy more damaging
\nA consequential curse
\nUpon hectares of ancient woodland
\nOf carbon saving soul
\nThe home of so much precious life
\nAnd such an intrusive role
\nIt will play in its existence
\nIn its identity
\nA congruence of miracles
\nThat many fail to see<\/p>\n
Acidic heavy metal tailings
\nOh yes it will come
\nThe broad beat of the clatter
\nThe trucks that flail and numb
\nThe ancient tracts where wisdom
\nWas torn down years before
\nWith wildness now succumbing
\nTo the evil of a war<\/p>\n
The loggers and the miners
\nAnd the grey suits rub their hands
\nIts so easy to
\nDestroy wild life
\nTo raze and flatten lands
\nUnmindful of the favours
\nOf our ancestors before
\nThankless of their strivings
\nAnd all done in the raw
\nOf Nature with their bare hands
\nAnd tired bodies and we see
\nA marriage made in heaven
\nWith their gods apparently<\/p>\n
A wilderness of wonder
\nA fabric from before
\nBalanced with such riches
\nHonouring the law
\nVariety diverseness
\nNuances of thought
\nAnd it just all fits together
\nDistinguished by its sport<\/p>\n
Creativeness and freshness
\nA true sincerity
\nIncomparable and so unique
\nUncopied flowing free
\nTranscending mounting towering
\nMatchless unsurpassed
\nOutstandingly progressive
\nAll gifted from the past
\nA union of marvellous trees
\nSuch symbiosis we
\nFail to realise their network
\nBeneath our feet that be.<\/p>\n
The untouched unaffected
\nWill be destroyed mercilessly
\nGreat machines will sweep and tear
\nWith much improbity
\nArtfulness and injustice
\nSweeps in with such rage
\nNepotism knavery
\nAnd its all gone off the page<\/p>\n
I beg you from the bottom
\nOf my heart to think again
\nWhat you see before you
\nIn a heartbeat it has lain
\nIn its present circumstance
\nFor many thousand years
\nIt truly is your heritage
\nAll those blood sweat and tears<\/p>\n
The bodies of the ancients
\nThe magic of the time
\nThe uprightness and goodness
\nAs the wondrous trees did climb
\nUp into the canopy breathing life anew
\nParading all the glory
\nFor the likes of You
\nAnd you now wish to sacrifice
\nTo log to raze to see
\nAll this marvellous abundance
\nSuch vile skulduggery.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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