Squatters on the Slopes

By Abe V Rotor

Painting in acrylic by AV Rotor, showing details 2009

Get the gold, tear the mountains,
Dry the basin to the bones,
Dam the river at your doorsteps,
Wishing Midas to touch the stones.

Throw some seeds on the terrace,
Catch fish with a strange sound or trap,
Hunt the surviving animals and fowls,
Here in this unmarked place in the map.

A fugitive you are to country and Nature
Raping her, the helpless young ones dying;
A valley of death your wastes doth make,
By your senseless, careless living.
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