Saturday, April 08, 2017

the bad trees

The bad trees
Obstinate and oppressive stand
The naked trunks; the barren look
I don't care what you say!”

The motorists pass by
Everyday looking at the bad trees
No giving shade but blank look
Even death can be known

But the bad trees
Standing tall with frayed branches
As if diseases have taken roots
Burrowing deep into its souls

The walkers stop and look
Shake their heads wave goodbye
The dogs will urine on its roots
Maybe it will make you look alive!”

The bad trees
Know the season of change
It will not be long
The bulldozers will knock

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