Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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At night I hear the groans
Of a worn world weary
Of the burdens it must bear
Heavy tolling, exhausting
Forcing disequilibrium
Delicate systems decimated
Excavating tunnels into
My sub consciousness
Disturbing my dreams
With blazing slash piles
Burning in blackness
Exotic hardwoods cut
To please a connoisseur
While the birds flee
Snakes, frogs, lizards
Burrow or are toasted.
We condemn to patterns
Similar our community
Existence as families are
Destroyed, neighborhoods
Left barren, greed taking
Its burdensome tax.

c) Jan G. Otterstrom F-
    November 12, 2009
    Costa Rica