On the Deforestation of Amerindian Lands by Venezuelan Ranchers —by Gardiner M. Weir Today such men will soon undo The age of Nature's Art. A time when only jungle grew And hushabye'd a chosen few — The people set apart. The tractor's roar, The buzz-saw's screaming whine Tear out what went before The Age of Earth's Decline. When once was wild was tamed to field Enclosed by barbed wire fence. The virgin ground is raped to yield A harvest boon so they can shield Their egoist pretence. Such hunt the free! In progress drunk they cannot wait 'Till every man's a refugee From Nature's balanced state. Copyright © 2006 Gardiner M. Weir Page last updated 14 Dec 2006 Ireland's OWN logo and Background by Míchealín Daugherty Copyright © 2006 Ireland's OWN. All Rights Reserved.