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The trees scream in pain as they



are hacked and chopped and burned



in a frenzy of controlled destruction



more efficiently as lessons are learned.



And they plough the bare earth to



plant crops of soya for cattle feed,



to provide excess food



that the rich west doesn't even need,



 



which they house and store until



prices are again forced high



while in the poorer parts



people wither and starve and die:



but it's all done for profit to



keep a smile held in place,



as the gain are hoarded,



on the  world's corporate face.



 



The bean counters  are happy



as year after year they complete



those columns marked in black



on their annual balance sheet.



They  are wreaking havoc



on the planet of blue and green



razing the  lungs of the world  to be



replaced with acres of soya bean.



 



Global warming advances



as climate steadily changes;



man takes this ancient Eco system which



 he  carelessly rearranges,



and the trees scream with pain as they



are hacked and chopped and burned



all in the cause of short term profit



with no lessons being learned.



 



There is a new type of desert



where you can travel all day long



and never see a tree or hear



any note of birdsong.



Will there ever come a time



When common sense calls a stop



to that senseless policy



of hack and burn and chop.



 



 



 



 




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Planting Soya Bean