They own the land of tooth and green
Forever there and yet unseen
Trampled underneath the feet
Of those that worship Wall Street
How the times where did they go?
When the world knew what they know
All the colors of the sky
Were in a child’s lullaby
But alas time falls apart
In the beating of their hearts
Their silent wishes go unheard
Carried by the chirping of the birds
Each tree when cut
Is a nail put
In the coffin of their kind
Out of sight and out of mind
For what is green does not glisten
To those who won’t listen
In the song of the riverside
In the things that will never hide
The beauty of the virgin lands
Sadly now in their hands
But hope is hope to those that hear
And in all that will not fear
To keep the forest in with its owners
Time is now the only donor
Keep the natural world alive
For in it we will all survive
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Written by Karl Gaverza
Copyright © Karl Gaverza
Inspired by the Tamyaw entry in 101 Kagila-gilalas na Nilalang. Samar. 2015.
Tamyaw Illustration by Julius Advincula
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