Whose Fault?

Drilling the bark happily singing too Cutting the trunk happily singing too Bark to bark the wood-pecker goes Next and next the cutting he does Happy bird turns into a crying struggler Victorious cutter is still happier The deprived bird and the slain trees Throw a curse over the man for no life There happens a turn of drought On the land forests being totally without No rain and life becomes lifeless Man preys on even beasts Beast-like himself indeed, the wild Cuts down his own race - be it old or child Mother or other brutally killed and preyed The land wounded with ichor oozing Putrid stink everywhere nauseating Soil becoming rusted with blood Mother Earth to burst now of whose fault?