One, two, three
The trees die one after the other
To be replaced by monstrous structures
In there they scheme
They plot, they decide, they divide
They readjust, the restructure
They change, they replace, they displace
They kill, they maim
How many lives before the cemeteries out-number the living?
How many pints before the oceans turn red?
How many days before it is too late?
Time cannot tell
Even time will be timeless
The road endless
Unless the Journey begins now!
Lagos, Nov. 2010