inside out

we left a scar where forest once had stood
our actions driven by a sort of pride
and so we let erode the mountainside
and let scrub grow in place of the great wood

allow us not a moment to deride
the ones who thought that they were doing good
and did those things they had not understood
letting the mountain and the spirit slide

the moment that we acted that was crime
we knew it yet we did it at that time

the ones who told us knew well in advance
that good would not come of so hard a choice
but left all in the hands of horrid chance
keeping full silence we did not give voice