The Life of a Tree
Stand tall; stay strong is my motto;
Each day I lose a family member when someone wins the lotto.
The sawing, the chopping- oh the massacres;
They take away our homes by the acres.
There’s no escape when Lumberjack returns;
We can’t escape the fires' burns.
And to be quite frank;
I fear our hell which is your bank.
We give you oxygen and you kill us for sport;
As the years pass our lifespans grow short.
We lose a branch and hell opens more branches;
Why don’t we get second chances?
Bound to the ground by our roots;
You chop us up easily and take our fruits.
-Saara Mowlana
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