Dedicated to the Frack Free Lancashire nanas and all their comrades defending the land in Lancashire from Fracking poisoning the water table! Na na na na na naaa Na na na na na Na na na na na naaa Na
You are Tree Tree is Leaf Leaf is Light Light is Sun Sun is Fire Fire is Spirit You are Tree Tree is Root Root is Earth Earth is Plant Plant is food Food is Flesh You are Tree Leaf and Spirit Root and Flesh You are Tree I am You You are Me!
Twas an Oak. It wasn’t grand, nor ancient. Tall, but not wide. Pretty, but roadside. Climbable, the occasional snap. Yet it housed us proud. Precariously perhaps. A queer party, two of flesh and blood Cradled by one of bark and
It’s like The City knows I’m leaving, He’s trying to squeeze the last vestiges Of energy from me before I go. For He is a he, With his tall spires and violent screens, He penetrates into all I do, All
As all our trees are cut down Roads kill the ground As people move to gray blocks They forget the sound Of wild creatures, leaves, birds Rains, winds and gails The dying woodland’s left to Dreams and fairytales But in
Surreal little shangrila in a distant suburban ghetto Sacred triangle between train tracks, tarmac and sewage flow Hear cars, planes, trains’ constant hum driving by All going somewhere not knowing why? But in this refugee reality on a bright sunny