Savage at heart
For those days I yearn
When we did not count what we earn.
When our homes were on our backs
And our family was our pack.
Take me to the desert
Where the loudest sound is your pounding heart.
We’ll meditate and catch the stars,
We’ll make our own milky-way, our own art.
Take me to the Savannah
Where the soil shakes with our mother’s rhythms.
Step on it and feel the drums
We’ll dance along as the grasses hum.
Take me to the Amazon
Where the forest echoes at dawn.
We’ll join the monkeys’ moans.
Again Us and Nature will be alone
We call ourselves civilised,
It’s nothing but a pack of lies.
The civilised wreaks havoc
As they cut down Nature stump by stump.
And him we call the savage
Who treats the environment like their son.