While a lot of people lost good jobs through covid-19
Come take a peep in my locality
The halt in progress hasn’t happened around here
Triggers severe environment despair crying frantic tears
Fearing for my skyline I won’t let it be the next victim
I’ve become a little scared to leave my residence
God forbid any tree drops a branch during wind storm
Within a month the whole thing will be gone
Every time I see one of those monster mulch trucks
Casing the streets of our rural towns
My blood cringes in petrified veins
In tune feeling the trees pain as it’s being massacred limb by limb
My skin screams within when branches get fed through the chipper
What about the micro bats, bugs and gecko lizards!?
Stealing the homes from birds and other native creatures
Justified cos humans want new houses to live in
Centuries to grow cut down in less than 60 minutes
(I know I’m not the first witness to say all this)
Why when more people die from skin cancer
Than falling trees or their branches!?
Habitat lost where the kangaroos loved being
Shire or City Council’s who refuse to listen
Are the biggest Climate Change villains
As a former sloth, poetry with the environment at its center and that center being your own heart, this poem gets the hat tip treatment. Tips hat.
ReplyDeleteOnce a Sloth, always a Sloth, and as such you have my undying respect!
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