Because our values increasingly have been placed in that which produces human benefit, we have neglected to value and therefore care for nature in and of itself.


For Every Fallen Sparrow

When life has turned into briers and thorns
A wasted land without songs of sparrows
Men will rise and bend their bows
And the wind will sing with the sound of arrows

For you who cut down the life-giving forests
And poison the land and the sea;
For you who turn the wine into wormwood
And trample our right to be free:
The wind will sing with the sound of an arrow
For each and every fallen sparrow!

For you who spit on the right to be human
And force your will with the gun;
For you who throw us back into slavery
And darken the sight of the sun:
The wind will sing with the sound of an arrow
For each and every fallen sparrow!

For you who foster a life of desire
And blaspheme our temples with greed;
For you who claim the right to the power
But turn your back when we bleed:
The wind will sing with the sound of an arrow
For each and every fallen sparrow!
..
We shall strike down the walls of your prison
We shall climb out your deepest cave
We shall drive you from land and the water
We shall lower you down in the grave
And for every fallen sparrow
The wind will sing with the sound of an arrow!
..
'Cause when life has turned into briers and thorns
A wasted land without songs of sparrows
Men will rise and bend their bows
And the wind will sing with the sound of arrows


Göran Gustafsson
Copyright © 2011 Göran Gustafsson. All rights reserved




Poetry by Göran Gustafsson
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Written on 2013-02-28 at 18:04

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