My Forest

The trees falling as the construction starts.

In the distance I hear the wood break apart

The forest is slowly becoming a city.

Filled with concrete and buildings.

'Why protect an overgrown jungle?' they ask

'Our aim is to make the place fall apart.

Profit is all we care about.

Not this sacred place we’ve torn up.'

My jungle is now gone.

And it's all my fault

I couldn’t protect it.

I couldn’t even bring the construction to a halt.

My backyard is now someone else’s house.

And it’s all because I was weak.

Now I don’t have my freedom to speak