All around the jungles
\nWhere the orang utans swing
\nThe loss of Birute Galdikas
\nSeemingly does bring
\nA period of mourning
\nOf crying from the soul
\nTheir mistress has left for heaven
\nLeaving their control
\nAnd care to other humans
\nTheir saviour seemingly
\nDormant and not thinking
\nOf them unfortunately<\/p>\n
The last surviving Leakey babe
\nClosed her eyes and left
\nLeaving the great crimson apes
\nAlone and now bereft
\nArboreal persuasion
\nWhat was their lady who
\nWas human but half ape as well
\nTheir long time friend so true<\/p>\n
She knew them from the inside out
\nTheir mindset she did share
\nAll these years of helping them
\nGiving them the care
\nShe became closer to apes
\nthan people of her kind
\nEvery moment of every day
\nShe helped them to unwind<\/p>\n
We arborial\u2019s lost everything
\nOur forest where we viewed
\nPalm oil was the devils oil
\nIt\u2019s production screwed
\nUs making us subservient
\nAnd more sickly everyday
\nOur ability to live our lives
\nThat palm oil took away<\/p>\n
The corporate initiative.
\nCreated hell on earth
\nOur trees were ripped down to the ground
\nWe had lost the worth
\nOur bodies not designed to walk
\nAcross the jungle floor
\nAnd galdikas our mistress goddess
\nHelped us fight the war<\/p>\n
What is going to happen
\nNow our Angel has passed on
\nOur spirit and our future
\nSeemingly has gone
\nCamp Leakey can it prosper
\nCan we actually proclaim
\nA future that is possible
\nWithout her resilient flame<\/p>\n
All our rich warm jungles
\nAll the different trees
\nMost are lost forever
\nFor palm oil if you please
\nOil palm is our death knell
\nAll the jungles die
\nRats and owls and cobra\u2019s
\nAre the new ones that now lie<\/p>\n
In these vile plantations
\nWhilst we are shot and killed
\nSome were raped by loggers
\nWhen our blood was spilled
\nNow Galdikas has left us
\nWhat are we to do
\nBut sink into the earth that\u2019s left
\nAnd cry out we loved You<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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