Ethnomusicology about forest in Indonesia; See more on <a class="link" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.gekkovoices.com">www.gekkovoices.com</a> <br /><br />The poem is <br />Here at one time <br />orangutans played joyfully <br />eating fruits and leaves of the trees <br />swinging between the branches <br />generation upon generation for thousands of years <br /><br />Here at one time <br />the Meranti, Ulin, and Kamper trees <br />stood sacredly in great forests <br />wild orchids bloomed and faded <br />in-synch with the rhythms of the universe <br /><br />Here at one time <br />the Dayak with their blowpipes <br />hunted deer for their dinner <br />oo… the plentiful fruit and fish <br />abundant healing leaves <br /><br />Here at one time <br />the sun shone brightly <br />pouring its light on the dense rain forest <br />chlorophyll turned CO2 to O2 <br />creating fresh, clean air <br /><br />Nowadays <br />no rain forest remain <br />gone are the Dayak and their culture <br />gone are the orangutans, only a sad story <br />with its historical garbage is left behind <br /><br />Nowadays <br />millions of hectares of dry barren land <br />the dried roots of the trees remain <br />and huge holes of acid run-off water <br />left behind after the coal was sucked dry <br /><br />Nowadays <br />the red sun shines <br />watching officials, businessmen, <br />and foreign investors greedily cut down the trees <br />planted and nurtured over thousands of years <br /><br />Oh, my people … my people <br />nowadays … <br />angry Mother Earth sends floods <br />thousands of innocents lose belongings and lives <br />while the sinners play golf with their mistresses <br /><br />Aach … my forest laments <br />its eyes are swollen <br />its mouth gasps for breath <br /><br />Oh …. <br />you will see when the islands are drowning <br />the deserts expanding <br />disasters grow more violent … disasters grow more violent.
