Genocide The night was black upon the hill The lines of trees where blacker still Contorted lepers, line on line Branches reach towards the sky The sun does rise, sky pales to grey Diseased leaves face another day Concrete monsters grow untethered Discarded trees grow old and weathered Concrete conquers all around As humans pin stars to the ground Hungry humans never sated Won't stop till their desires are abated Long suffering trees reach for the skies You know inside they're asking why They wait for the advancing trucks To grind their kind into the muck
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