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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