Trees

(reflection on Bass election result 2004)

The trees
Cry out for mercy

But in our greed
And shortsightedness
We choose
Not to hear

Economics
Has lost its meaning

Instead it curses
Those who curse
The ones
Who would save

The trees

Let The Blood Flow

Blood congeals
Deep in the recesses of the heart
When emotions are strangled
The knife cuts deeps

Dark, ugly red
As the colour disappears down the veins
Of mistrusted feelings
That will not heal

Yet blood flows
When ventricles are unplugged and
Carthasis allows expression
So toxins wash away

Bright crimson red
Colour of sacrifice and of life
Death and birth allow the blood
To flow again