The lorries zoomed
The logs bagged and carried
Spewing dust and yellow dirt
The money printed in the minds
The cronies sung the tune
“Money, money and money
All the way to the honey”
Only the natives stared
On the roads they knew
Working and walking in decades
With nothing much on their backs
Spears and broad swords to hunt
They loved Nature
All those years ago
Now big lorries came
Logging out timber resources
The hunting grounds gone
Bullied by the logging companies
Linked directly to government
Inked through crony companies
A sad affair of State
The ingenious people struggle to live
In the land once they enjoyed and hunted
Now they lived in misery
Wake up now
This is the time to fight for change
You have lived in hardship
You must take it back quickly
In this State election
You should make the right move
For you will not get another chance
For the land you were born
Land of the Hornbills
Go make the changes
You have the power of your vote
Now or never and don't complain
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