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.
Copyright © Christopher Berry | Year Posted 2011
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