Tip the Balance
Tip the balance
If you tip the balance and bugger the score,
Like we’ve been doing a hundred years and more,
Billions of tree their life force gone,
Tree spirits like a billion pawns,
Cut down and burnt to ashes,
Indonesian skies were black,
From burning fires, mass smoke attack,
Malaysia disappeared into the fog,
The smoke from a burning billion logs,
Where the Orangataung, he dashes,
The Amazon trees in billions gone,
And drought comes now where it don’t belong,
But money greed is fierce and strong,
Forests gone, butchered by the greedy nong,
Once Feet of rain fell and there it belongs,
where now there are no splashes .:{
just eco system ashes….
Don Johnson
IT WAS THAT BAD A FEW YEARS BACK THAT MALAYA WAS COMPLETELY ENSHROUDED BY SMOKE FOR WEEKS....
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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