Trunk to Branches to Leaves to Stump
Nothing remaining, just butchered
But who cares? Do you?
Only after the last tree has been cut down,
Only after the last river has been poisoned,
Only after the last fish has been caught,
Only then will you find,
That money cannot be eaten...
Butchered; if they could scream, no one would have been so cavalier about cutting them down
© Ubaid Ullah Ahmed