Just Trees
They stand in silence,
Willfully serving until death.
We cut them down and drag them away
As they take one final breath.
They go without resistance —
No picket signs or pleas.
But of course they do.
After all — they are just trees.
Their protest is invisible;
Unheard and unseen.
It ignores every empty promise
To decarbonize or “go green.”
It can’t be swayed by politics
And does not care what you believe.
Their justice will be served to them.
After all — they are just trees.
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