The Takers of the Giving Mountains

Gentle mountains of the people-sized peaks With their weapons against you, the takers have made you into picked-over mountains Long before they began devouring you the psalmist knew and revered you a gluttonous feast it has been while your precious, your people, are left with the scraps Picked-over mountains the takers have had their terrible way with you never asking, always telling what they would do to you and they did and continue to this day to do it 'People me' you said to those who came to home you and home you were to them the settlers of your people-sized peaks Others too came, the takers and with their holocaust machines have gutted you replacing a mountain with a valley and where there was a valley making a mountain But their remake was upsidedown insideout all wrong all wrong How can you fight them? for they cannot even hear you above the sound of their holocaust machines as they unrecognizably rearrange you never to be the same again never to be the same