so
where you come from you must’ve preserved the forest pretty well
said
the old man i’d come to see and i couldn’t tell
if
he was being sarcastic. must be, no, before you’ve trudged
all
the way here to ask us to leave ours untouched
and
everyone now turns to me. no, i say, but then we were fools
and
i’m afraid he can tell from the ease, the slick dishonesty of a line often used
we
didn’t know any better and so we floundered away our wealth
mindlessly.
and now surrounded by concrete structures we repent
but the world’s one big home and we need the forests intact
for
the generations to come we need this conservation pact
ah,
so you made money from your forests and now drive fancy cars
on
metalled roads and yet intact you need these forests of ours
our women and children trudge to town on the mud roads
that
flow like streams and i’m a thief if grazing my cow goes
into
the forest across this stupid official fence
please
explain to me how that makes any sense
and while we must now pay for wood to burn to keep us warm
i’ve
heard you make money just making phone calls
forgive
me but i’m afraid it is a little hard for us to see
the
ecological services of an uncommon tree
how does one explain your urgent need to conserve it
to
someone who needs money to pay the doctor’s fee
of
course we see the streams going dirty and the soil going bad
and
seeing the place you’ve grown up in being destroyed is always sad
it’s hard to see my son go find a job in town and now he’s even
paying
for my daughter to go to a polytechnic for women
look
at what a lovely place this still is peaceful lush severe
and
yet all we ever hope for is to get away from here
so just go home and let us be i’m not asking you to feel guilty
about
drinking milk out of plastic packets or all the utilities
that
you take for granted and all the waste that you generate
there’s
no point pointing fingers who are we to rebate
the world’s full of idiots and yet we have our lives to live
i
used to care a lot and it’s not like i don’t anymore give
a
damn. i too would like the trees to stand and not be taken away as logs
fine,
stop us, but who’ll stop the loggers when the country’s going to the dogs
so my children have opted out. i too wish i could just go
buy
meat in the market but i seldom have that kind of dough
i
know you wish we weren’t here at all and we often wish the same for you
but
your smoke-filled cities are the damned hell we’re all doomed to turn into
and of course we understand that it’s not long before the forests will all be gone
and
we too see the rains going sparse and the summers getting hotter
so go back now, and fantasize about the world being one big home
as you
masturbate and flush it away with a day’s worth of water
3 comments:
How much I like this rhythm pattern you seem to be mastering! I've almost stopped writing 'cos I look at this and unnaturally feel I can't write after this. I also love the range of topics you've expanded into. Kick-ass! :P
well, i'm glad you approve :)
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