Clearing A Forest

In the distance The helpless wails of Crows fill the air Branches of trees Lie like corpses choking The path leading To the thin stream Poles are stacked upon Dew drenched grasses That once hungry cattle Grazed on their way To the fields Sound of trees falling, Men shouting at each other, Smoke rising scare away The innocent creatures It is their playground This is how a forest Is cleared For government projects That promise jobs To the jobless and homes To the homeless In the station square A meeting is held About how to save trees For our children to Breathe fresh air