I leave my dying thoughts to the wind. I hope it carries
them far enough so my wife may hear them in our home by the lake. Goodnight
forever my darling, and goodnight to our sweet little daughter. May the lands
stay fruitful despite my absence.
To the warriors, present and past, who still wield the
shields of green. Do not give up hope through my demise. Let my spirit dwell in
the trees and the animals of this glade. May they allow me to guide them to
safety from the tanks with rolling pins for wheels, and may they allow me to
know their secrets so I may pass them onto you.
To the leaders who fight on the lines back home, in the offices
and in the courts. May your wit remain as the rich lawyers try to con you with
promises off preservation. Remember always that they are the liars who led us
into this three way war, between them, us and the Earth.
And finally to the enemy in your fine suits and tall
skyscrapers. Come down to the ground level. See how the poor and in these blood
stained countries suffer. See how they work tirelessly for a wage that you
wouldn’t get out of bed for. See how we have tried to reason with you for just
a scrape of humanity, and see where it has got us. We are coming for you with
the same saws you used to cut down our homes and the same guns you used to mow
us down.
You call us eco-terrorists. You’re wrong. We are the Green
Warriors. And while my wounds may not ever heal, there is still time to save
Earth. I hope for a world for my daughter to live in, and so I pray that your demise comes before the planet's.
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