Mama Forest
Mama Forest
She weeps with saps
Hoping that the rubber blood
Will satisfy the professional savery of man.
She weeps as her offspring
cry in Congo and Amazon
When will her saviour come?
When?
She cries.
Will you be her saviour?
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