As he dug incisions his strikes left scars
The dagger of his betrayal pierced down my spine
Until the bees in my womb became still born
Dashing out of the woods they must but not without a fight in ton

As he dug incisions his strikes left scars
He smashed me into broken marbles and marooned my branches and barks
What Court shall i go to file legal leaves?
Or shall I just hide in Eve's fig leaves?

As he dug incisions his strikes left scars
A trace down my roots in search for these cursed maps
An Ephemeral oath of carbon for compost
He killed my seed and took her post

As he dug down the dust with his forked trucks
He fazed our land to build his tall blocks
What courts shall i go to make him leave?
Or shall I just perish and rest my greave?


                 - Ola Bajo