University


How dare I support
Ecological genocide?
These trees die
So that I can
Squeeze ink over
Their mashed carcasses.

The pen is mightier
Than the ax:
The pen commands
Its swing.

I could wallpaper
The Great Wall
With the trees
I've subordinated.

For what?
A useless
Piece of paper.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem