Tree
I am a tree,still talking like a loudmouth
When no one is around, I silently shout
Understand that I am a den of pessimism
Fantasizing, dreaming of fresh prison
Let’s see who remains to listen
How many left? Seven? I am guessing
Life is sweet and deceiving, it’s a female vocal
Time is fluid and slipping, even so called
Friends are deceiving, I remain local
But the pollution is everywhere, heaven’s slogan
Want to kill myself, face the final judgement
Still I am attached with roots of attachment
Earth is a king size dust bin
Just then
I thought who the hell cares?
To think about earth’s welfare
Skies full of smoke, humans don’t play fair
Consume, till you walk around with grey hair
Skies full of smoke, hearts full of pain
If you think you are alright, you need to think again
Ride around in cars, and you prefer
To crush people who thought footpath should be safer
And how clever
You promote a slogan, “this world is your”
To skip responsibility, you are pure
Water, you take the shape of the container
My earth? Not your, you are late dinner
Difficult to digest, I insist, read the norm
Don’t come out of burning hell or ground, you still warm (worm)
My dear, where are you from?
Where do you live? Mars or Venus?
Is taking care of family a big menace?
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