Another tree fell, another bomb dropped

Another tree fell
and a bird’s nest ravaged.
Another bomb dropped
another colony savaged.

The birds are mourning
their unborn are dead.
The earth mover be damned
on our homes that he tread.

Down below mutilated population
will still sing songs of praise.
Give them crumbs of bread
but don’t dare to return their gaze.

Oh, we’re still not done.

Bounty be shared,
‘loot the coconut’.
Here come the uniformed motor-men
Who’s to deny them their glut.

Fuck you, you motor-men
Where is the remote control?
Let’s shut you all down
or lock forever in gaol.