The GROANING of the RAIN FORESTS
What was once a shining lure
Now lay dead and dying
What was once vibrant and pure
Now in agony groaning
The life of the land
Which gives us oxygen
Are much in demand
By powerful greedy men
Man has proved he's unfit
A fact proven by every bleddy nation
One wonders if its worth it
And did Columbus bring civilization?
And as the trees groan
The poor gets poorer
With every log thrown
The rich gets richer
From South East Asia
To the lucious Guiana Highlands
In once green South America
Now stands blowing dust and sands
The eco-system is destroyed
The food-chain is broken
As loggers are deployed
And humanity is forsaken
From a variety of woods to choose
We have custom made furniture
As some Eskimos still live in igloos
Alongside beast and nature
With all the wealth extracted
From the forests agroaning
Man is still not detracted
He's still mining and sawing
And on a still day forever
One can listen to the groaning of the frees
With every cry of "Timber!"
As the echo carries the pain in the breeze
Written by Norman Datt © 1999
ndtewarie@yahoo.com
