Bulldozing Our Beloved Ancient Ones

When investors from a foreign land

Come to build in your backyard

They will think nothing of native species

Because they nothing

Of our Mother River.

Where they see an opportunity

We see destruction.

We see murder.

Bulldozing our beloved

ancient ones

the cottonwoods

who cry for their sisters

while the beavers look for a new home

and the birds fly on with no where to land

and the river is angry.

And we are scared

now that there’s nothing protecting us

from her wrath.

The river will flood.

The investors will build

so tourists,

high up on their weekend balcony,

basking in a desert oasis,

get the view all to themselves

that was once for all of us.



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