The forest lies on the ground
Discarded, raped
Her belly open for all to see
She's been assaulted
For the pleasure of puny men
To fulfil their petty greed
Their idea of a good time
The protective layer of the Canopy
Has been ripped
Letting the sunshine in
Drying the soil turning it
Into hard clay
Sterile in an already stressed terrain
No moss, no orchids are to be seen
No bird calls can be heard
Amid the lament of the chainsaws
And the Roaring of four wheel drives
Crashing through the remaining bush
Ruting roads and avenues
Follow them to cross and crisscross its length
They have ripped open
Its body
Branches, trunks lay
Abandoned
Never to be picked up
So why the massacre?
What reason can justify this carnage
And slaughter ?
Why the waste?
Lucette C. Bailliet
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