Calibrate and report the spirit of hundreds
of years
If not thousands
Imagine and determine the victory launch of
moments
That overtook wickedness in selected peace
Yes just go backwards and forwards in time
And determine tomorrow from today
A day of actions and non-actions from power
realms
Oh yes imagine and imagine
The toilet seats of mountain bats
Abused and bemused bat rights
When the cotton tree is killed by brutal
battering
In the morning of someone else’ future
Now I adjure you to move beyond
imagination
Of the unimaginable in a kingdom of
rights
Springing in sunlight with some rain
from abroad
And make an announcement on SLBC
That the spirit of the age-old cotton
tree is un-killable
Un-bearable
Unbendable
Unbeatable
Unbreakable
By caterpillars
Catapulters
Cash-dreamers
Sanballats
Assassins
Hirelings
Word
engineers
Demi-men
Two life-pumping trees
Could be husband and wife in their right
Until decimated by the killers
Husband and wife killed
In fear of peace talks
In their home
In their road
By developers
Of a new and more appreciable road
In Wilberforce
Of all places—in Wilberforce!
Power in tractor-carrying hands
Have moved the majority to dance to music from the
few
In their homes
In their roads
Assassins
Devourers that major in transplanting
history
From mountains into valleys under cliffs
Have just
done that
And
no tear dropped to mourn the twin deaths
Of Mr and Mrs Cotton Tree
Killed in cold blood
Killed
in cold blood
Killed
in cold blood
Oh mowed story-telling trees
Older than democracy
Older than the stories
Of freedom told in free spirits
What Bard can house your birds
In an ODE never to be untold by
non-bards
Who major to wake up peace from sleep
Like she had no brain whatsoever
