Gorilla patient and mighty
You must think that we are monsters
How much of your tribe's blood has been spilled
By the ruthless hands of my own?
How many relatives butchered
For the sake of making money?
Of course, a true analysis
Would suggest that men are driven
By poverty and misfortune
What a monstrous society
To allow such desperation
Invade the lives of so many
We wage war to seize oil and cash
And claim noble reasons for them
Our self-indulgant behaviours
Further strengthen poverty's grip
Exhausts resources, and destroys
Your tribe, mine, and many others
Even across the Atlantic
I can sense you sigh, overwhelmed,
By what has been wrought by humans
Extinction approaches yout ribe
And I know the word 'monster'
Lingers on your heart for Mankind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanks Nate, for putting a source to the sigh