I do not know, seldom hear the pain of ancestors trying to make it clear.Of not acting like nature going against the wind in the forests where we harvested lived and never dug beyond the roots of our trees to line our pockets,we were collective thinking like another protecting the earth and communiities from destruction of land and sea.We lived in our means in a world full of trees and bountiful seas. So I think why could this be,What will there be in a world without healthy seas and trees.Owe this dream was not what I want to ever see how great ideas were not acted on to set us free.
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
This is brought about thru childhood hopes and aspirations for flora and fauna of the world.
Poetnumber1St James, Port of Spain Trinidad and TobagoMar 11, 2013
Really good Beni,i don't see a change in that any time soon.For while greedy merchants continue to fill their pockets from our forests,wild life and land continue to suffer adversely.
beautifulyouNew York, USAMar 11, 2013
Such a deeply moving lament. It is truly startling when we consider the many ways we've imprisoned ourselves when all along we hold the keys to what keeps us liberated in the first place
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It is truly startling when we consider the many ways we've imprisoned ourselves when all along we hold the keys to what keeps us liberated in the first place
Ty for your sharing