Roots
I am the home of many animals
My skin tingles with the feeling of ants, spiders, insects crawling over me
My arms never ache when families of monkeys sit on me, swimming around me
Not until they’re gone
And I have no choice but to watch
My sister is bulldozed
My brother chopped into a hundred pieces
My friends burnt until I no longer recognise them
The smell of ash clogging my nostrils
My branches stretch upwards to the sky
Pleading with the Heavens to have Mercy
Do not take another one of my family
Spare them
But the Heavens do not listen
Already swayed over by the gentle promises of Man
Each word laced with something deeper, something crueller
Hidden beneath a pretty smile, a soothing word
My body is wide and thick
A strong truck for my friends to shelter behind
I do not blame them for their fear
If I were but a mere ten years old
I too would be scared
These men come and dig up their burrows
Dislodge their hard worked dams
Lose their young
Kill them, I say silently
Destroy them before they destroy us
My feet are rooted deep below the surface of the Earth
Stronger than any force Man can imagine
I won’t be moved
They can burn me, chop me
Hack at me with axes made from my blood
We don’t betray each other
Family means more to us than it ever will to them
A word older than Man’s history
You cannot tear us apart
Rip out our roots and we still will live
Even as I fall
The ground trembling beneath me
I do not fear – my memory will live on
The birds silence their chirping
The animals still
I close my eyes
I have tried, at least, I can say, to stop this greed
My failure is no clue to another’s death
Success is on the horizon
I can smell it on the breath of the coming children
My eyes stay shut