Serengeti Blues

Across the green Serengeti land, don't you know
A big road is being built to carry the filth
O where will the wide beasts now go, ever go
Shall we speak, shall we speak or die in guilt? 

Cho.
O mother, I cannot sleep
Don't you know night and is just the same
I drink my tears as I weep
I drink my tears as I weep
You got a new man, and it is such a shame
He can't to us a promise keep
Papa, I can't sleep
This man does not love's promise keep

Serengeti, the eternal Eden, is all we creatures know
But the big trucks soon will be killing there
And no longer a river of antelope will flow, will flow
While the lions and deer  disappear, disappear

O my green Serengeti, I am weeping for you, for you
I am begging the world to forbid your death
I am begging the world to march with a rage so true
O sweet sanctuary, I am sad, sad with regret

How can I be silent when I hear her cry, do you hear
The muffled sounds of the strangling rape
The vampire needs her blood for a cell phone vein, beware
For twitter is silent while our mother is raped

[They are about to mine the Serengeti, the largest animal sanctuary in Tanzania, for 
minerals to make cell phones. They have began the building of a commercial freeway 
through its center for trucks. Poets, nature  lovers, ecologists, Christians cannot 
know this and do nothing ... every Congressman must be implored, every news 
paper editor must be solicited, it is our own life we are fighting for. Protect the 
Serengeti!]
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Shango Avatar
December 31, 2010 at 8:01 AM
Can you imagine destroying the animals habitat and animals for the opportunity to make cell phones. These multinational corporations will kill us all for the sake of profit. Powerful message, beautiful song
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December 30, 2010 at 5:54 PM
David, deep,, and always a mystery to your way of thinking,..p.d.
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