The Fall of the Iroko Tree (A tribute to Pa Mounkam)
Our forest is now standing quiet, calm, and bare,
the horizon stretching as far as the eyes sees clear.
The whole ecosystem is disturbed, displaced, and in pain,
as the struggle for water, food, and shelter comes plain.
For the Iroko has fallen.
Here and now come the invaders, parasites, or poachers;
preservation, conservation, observation yet not with broaches.
In a few seconds, like locust the forest floor is swept clean.
Oh! The fruits, leaves, stem and roots, the insects and animals too, glean.
For the Iroko has fallen.
It's too hot, wet, rainy or snowy on the forest floor, time to think
how to stay, grow together; pull,and protect community members not to sink.
When the great Iroko stood tall in the center, the forest celebrated its strength,
Even though it sleeps in fall, the great Iroko is still valuable, in divine length,
As the great Iroko sleeps in fall.
By Fri Taboh 2013