I used to stand tall, a powerful tree,
casting a giant shadow, with a tower of leaves,
did you know the temperature would be over a thousand degrees,
if I didn't create the oxygen that allowed you to breathe,
every exhale derails the clouds with a breeze,
but that wasn't enough to leave these cowards appeased,
first a carbon footprint left the flowers diseased,
then they pulverized plants into the ground with their feet,
chainsaws formed a circle, then surrounded the weak,
this once calm forest was filled with the sounds they secrete,
trespassers evicted me out of my mountain retreat,
even creatures nesting in branches weren't out of their reach,
I shouted and shrieked, ignored, nobody noticed,
as I was separated from the ground by my opponents,
the ancient Egyptians used to glorify and worship the lotus,
but now modern day man seems to be all out of focus,
I was broken and hopeless, and loaded onto a truck,
taken from my home, by the heartless, corrupt ,
im just a carcass, enough! let me rest in peace,
but that wasn't the intention of these meddling thieves,
they were assembling trees, to be ripped apart,
felt so exposed, after being stripped of my bark,
then I was lifted and gripped with something so sharp,
only to be violently tossed and flipped into a cart,
wondering how did this happen, I used to live in a park,
until lobbyist were given the permission to start,
genocide, now the park is like a prisoners heart,
cold and empty, where nothing ever lives, in the dark,
I was assigned a number , that was listed in a chart,
then left to dry until I was found to be sufficiently parched,
sent on an industry march, down a conveyor belt,
if they hadn't cut off my limbs I would pray for help!,
but there was no one around, I was all on my own,
as they performed an autopsy and created a clone,
smaller and smaller versions of myself were laid onto the table,
then bundled back together and displayed with a label,
how could they be so hateful, I felt betrayed
became someone's property, improperly enslaved,
I asked my soul, how ever will you survive?
as I had nails driven through me, crucified,
used to be alive, until they took all they could take,
now my body parts work together to permanently close a gate,
once again given a purpose, keeping people safe,
first provided them with air, now I keep them out of a lake,
but now I feel a crack, and start to break,
underneath the pressure of somebodies weight,
I hear laughter and then a splash
all I ever wanted was to be in my forest and stand still
but now im deemed useless and headed for a landfill
what a waste of life, will humans ever get it right?
the earth provides them with everything, but at what price?