A Call For Action

A poem about Mountain Top Removal

Winter forests softly sleeping
Crimson skies and misty streams
Frost filled air and roaming hills
Morning songs and mountain dreams.

Waking moments, tired movements
Sounds of motors, screaming engines
Men whose work is moving mountains
Don’t respect those giant legends.

Flattened landscapes raped for resources
Voiceless agony echoes in the air
Ancient mountains senselessly murdered
A vicious conquest pursued without a care.

A lifeless moonscape of pain and torture
A wound on the earth we cannot mend
Our rivers of tears run through the valleys
Yet we'll fight for our mountains until the end.

Sam Wittig