The Terrorists of the Rainforest

Flying through the trees
the bright-eyed monkeys chase.
Another crash shakes the foresty ground.

We stop in horror...

Our houses are being cut down, destroyed.
Our family's lying dead or injured.

We need to escape.

The manic machines, rumbling like a herd of
fleeing elephants, are eating away our environment.

The terrorists of the rainforest strike again!

Another tree falls, another house gone.

This time it's mine.

FIRE 16, p 102; Jessica Rees (written at age 11)