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?