Murder of your forest

Murder of your forest

Wounded bleeding bark

Bough beaten beyond recognition 

Colossal roots uprooted 

Branches felled without hesitation 

All this in brazen invasion

Wailing of peacocks 

Deers running helter skelter 

Birds homeless shrilled 

Wounded mutilated tree

Gasping for its final breath 

Glanced across the forest 

Once a lush green canopy 

Now erased of its Identity 

It heard stories earlier 

Of bit by bit deforestation 

Perhaps called development 

Humans become bulldozers 

Filling Coffers and Coffers of greed

As the leaves shuffled on grazen ground

Tree spoke final words

Last of humanity is lost

When you come home 

To murder your forest