Not a peep, not a twit
Enveloping silence
The forest is mute
A stump here, a stump there
Stumps everywhere
The rape of the forest
Left traces all around
Senseless ruts
Trees left on the ground
Shadows of greys
Bounding away in the distance
And it is only after the first bout
Of wood collecting
We are facing another two months
Desolation reigns far and wide
But the destruction will go ahead
Forest regeneration is a myth
Deforestation must continue
Whatever the cost.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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