I Speak For

Forsaken are the dying trees, Poisoned skies and barren land, The wilting plants and lonely bees, Who cannot take a stand To wage a war against the thieves Taking life to meet demand; Each rolling down their dirtied sleeves To hide their bloody hand In matters far beyond repent; Lives unable to withstand Their broken homes and the ill intent That spread from rock to sand. So now I speak for all the trees, All the grounds that they had spanned, The septic skies, dejected bees, And all the deaths unplanned That came as a result of greed; I speak for the voiceless land, And surely ever-growing need To stop and take a stand.