Vanishing Borneo

It was a fine day when these creatures came to town

They fancied the trees, its palm oil and the land.

Except there was something in their way,

That something was beautiful and grand.

It was a forest of trees,

A large family of thriving life,

With streams and flowers,

It was the perfect paradise.

When something got in their way,

These creatures took no protests,

They cleared the land and kept the profits

Logged it and rid it of its pests.

Then half the forest lay bare and clean,

Its precious materials transported to farms.

Where the orangutans slept are houses,

Where the bearded pigs roamed are barns.

When the creatures' leader realised,

It was all too late.

Those that could escape, escaped

What perished is something no one can recreate.