Day 4
We, The Scourge
Truth hangs off the willow tree,
Coursing through those emerald leaves
Reminders: nature has a face,
Stretching high above her body,
Beauty, strangled by disgrace
As vines around the sorry case
Of a maple, helpless in defense
Against the problems we create.
The changes made were so immense,
So pillaged by our brothers hence,
I'm called insane for seeking justice.
A trillion lose their homes to men
And the sweetness of a mother's kiss,
Can there be no revenge for them?
Dead and gone, yet never missed,
My mind floats to the trees again,
While others bathe in ignorant bliss,
I bow my head in remembrance.
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