They came with their gear
Of silvery wires
Stepped on my frail babies
And started mulch fires.
They set off bright flashes
That blinded our bog
And trampled the grasses
Grown tall in the fog
They strewed cans and papers
And flashbulbs galore
A part of a sandwich
And then they were gone.
They blazoned my image
On screens big and tall
With everyone clapping
To see my heart fall.
Please leave us alone here
Where silent we gloam
In weeds and tall grasses
Our Everglades home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Very fresh take on protection of rare plants, Liilia, the plant is the voice pleading 'please leave us alone'!