A Plea from the Jungle
A Plea from the Jungle This is the tale of that forest wide, Where once those lions ruled with pride, They built a heaven, pure and free, That lived in every heart you’d see. Humans came and looted it all, That heavenly sight began to fall, They snatched away what once was theirs, Then turned away, with empty cares. These free-winged birds we’ve caged inside, In iron prisons where dreams have died, What once was theirs, we took away, Made them slaves, in chains they stay. I stand here at this turning place, And watch them all in silent space, They come to meet their own once more, Yet play together like before. Each night the peacocks cry in pain, No restful sleep for them remains, We killed the dark with blinding light, And keep them waking through the night. When homes of theirs were torn apart, We struck their souls, we broke their heart, These free-born birds now wonder why, What fault was theirs beneath...