Grief

 

 

Grief

 

The felon felled over four-hundred trees,

no oxygen to breathe,

no coolness or relief

from the destruction he causes

behaving like a capricious king,

an insecure being

without a moral compass

targeting those who disagree.

 

Trees do disagree.

 

They embrace the richness of their branches,

attuned to the change of seasons,

the opposite of him.

The trees are forever free,

until the tyrant cuts them off

with senseless glee.

 

His voters clap and chant “USA”,

raping the Earth that sustains us

is okay to them

for they create their own hell.

 

Blaming others for their blunders

will always be their way

unless they choose to learn,

their life would flourish then,

a window to the past may wipe out their delusions,

If only they could learn that they create their hell.

A tree can be a teacher

if only they could learn…

 

 

 

With the support of his voters,

billionaires, dictators and kings

the insecure tyrant can go as far 

as a Halloween terror scene.

 

Not even the trees can protect themselves

from his odious disdain,

 monster-like actions

cheered by his sycophants

babbling and wobbling with rage

inside the pockets of Putin,

in their misery and stench.

They will never be free

from tyranny and hell.

 

 The felon felled over four-hundred trees,

an insecure being who believes he is a king,

desperate to stay out of jail

along with his wealthy friends:

rapists, pedophiles,

Cowards, abusers and who knows what else…

 

Four hundred trees lost

under the orders of a deranged tyrant

 staying out of jail.

No oxygen,

no coolness or relief from the destruction he causes,

an insecure being without a moral compass

with only his wealth to protect.