The Red Hill
The land rumbles and moans under the chain-linked legs of heavy equipment.
Trees scream in terror as their roots are riped from the ground.
The unyeilding earth is trampled and packed down until it can no longer support life.
The river revolts and floods the valley, leaving the workers helpless and their money making machines disabled.
The pavement covering ancient spirits that haunt the city.
The sacred flame
....................put out
The tree sitters sitting
The protestors protesting
Dilligently
Relentlessly
"You will not win!"
The ignorant bastards shout out,
"We need this or we cannot progress!"
Their ironic statements a product of their backwards thinking.
We do need a road.
A road to accomodate for a long tradition of:
Efficiency = Profit
Destruction = Progress
We'll get what we want, now, no matter what the cost.
We do need a road,
But not here and not like this.
