Prospecting for gold
\nWhere eternity sold
\nIts soul from the earth
\nWe now hear
\nAnd indestructible force
\nDirect from the source
\nThe rainforests too
\nThey will clear
\nPanning for gold
\nSo many now sold
\nOn the thought of the riches
\nIt brings
\nOf the criminal gangs
\nWith the enormous fangs
\nInto our land they have rolled
\nBuenos Aires the North being ravaged
\nOur streams and our rivers
\nWhere we
\nLive and we play
\nIn a wholesome array
\nWhere beautiful rainforests be<\/p>\n
Heavily weaponised gangsters
\nTake on the locals who fear
\nThe police have swept through
\nWith the army
\nWith so much to lose around here
\nThis is our birthplace
\nThe land where we grow
\nOur ancestral foods
\nIts the land that we know
\nConvoys of trucks With equipment
\nIn tow
\nHangcock Prospectors
\nThey now are on show<\/p>\n
Their plant and equipment
\nIts making no sense
\nDestructions and pollution
\nWhat is their defence
\nFor the mercury use
\nAnd sadly cyanide
\nDestroying our countryside
\nIts not denied
\nThese people dont care
\nThey come from far away
\nSome very poor
\nIt is their way
\nOf making their fortune
\nAnd of solving their dreams
\nOf battling onwards
\nInto the seams<\/p>\n
Some are locked up
\nBut other are there
\nTearing down Forests
\nThe locals do care
\nIts beautiful countryside
\nMountains and plain
\nGlorious weather
\nAnd all this disdain<\/p>\n
Is causing great stress
\nImporting it, to
\nHomelands of beauty
\nWhere family life view
\nA peaceful existence
\nAnd harmonious ways
\nWhere stand ancient forests
\nAnd chaos now stays<\/p>\n
Around us caught up
\nIn the criminal stuff
\nDust dirt and trucking
\nMost have had enough
\nThese low life people
\nA gathering here
\nDesperate to strike
\nTheir high debts to clear.<\/p>\n
Its, bloody hard work
\nAt the end of of the day
\nBut the disrespect of our land
\nDoesn\u2019t play
\nInto our feelings into our soul
\nThey want out livlihoods
\nAnd to control<\/p>\n
In the forest we find food
\nAnd medicine there
\nFruits and some roots
\nThe shaman will share
\nHancock Prospectus
\nAre needing to be
\nMined out and gone in a whisper
\nTo see<\/p>\n
That they have made a fortune
\nAnd ruined what we
\nWhat our ancestors died for
\nFew hear our plea
\nThis is our land
\nThis is our sky
\nTis here we were born
\nAnd tis here we shall die<\/p>\n
They come to insult us
\nTheir uncouthness we
\nHave tomput up
\nIts our history
\nDefacing the area
\nMore so wach day
\nAll the ramifications
\nAnd ofcourse dismay<\/p>\n
We hate confrontation
\nHaving to resort
\nTo dealing with criminals
\nWith little thought
\nOf our ancestral standing
\nOur honeypot where
\nWe live snd we breathe
\nThe clean mountain air<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Prospecting for gold Where eternity sold Its soul from the earth We now hear And indestructible force Direct from the source The rainforests too They will clear Panning for gold So many now sold On the thought of the riches … Continue reading